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Startled, she looked over at the girl who stood almost 5 feet away from her, having silently come up the stairs next to her. The girl wasn't looking at her, but straight ahead towards the commotion happening at the far side of the room. "Marissa," she heard someone say. The girl's head turned to her right towards the guy who said it. Marissa nodded her head in greeting as he stood. She shifted her backpack on her left shoulder, knocking it slightly into her, making her take a step to the side. She looked over at her, their eyes meeting. "Sorry," she said softly, her voice low and soft. "It's okay," she heard herself respond, unable to look away from her eyes for some reason.

The room was bathed in low light and she couldn't tell what color her eyes were, but it didn't seem to matter, the reaction she had to her being one of surprise at having found such a beautiful girl standing beside her. The girl broke eye contact and turned to talk to the guy that came up to her, his eyes first on her, then Marissa as he started to talk. He had been looking at her since she had come to the house party, sort of unnerving her. They were inquisitive, but dark as they looked her over. Interest. She hadn't given him any indication she was interested but still he seemed to follow her from room to room.

She walked over to where her friend was standing, talking to the host. The party was getting too rowdy, the guy who owned the apartment wanting to get everyone to leave. "Two houses down everyone," he yelled out, the crowd dispersing slowly. She went outside with him and her friend Penny, taking a seat on the balcony, watching some of the party goers leave below as they talked. "We should go to Club M soon," he said, motioning up at the full moon. Big party tonight. The guy who had been following her around came out onto the porch. "Hey Johnson, you all want to go to Club M?" he asked him. The guy held up his thumb and forefinger rubbing them together. The host nodded, "You know I got you. Tell Marissa and James to come too." Johnson nodded, giving him a smile and looked at her. She let her eyes slide away, finishing the rest of her beer. He made her uncomfortable to say the least.

After a few more minutes and a few tokes later, they went back into the house, heading to the front door. They piled into two cars, her being pushed into the middle of the back seat as Penny took the seat next to her. Marissa ducked her head in, looking down at the floor. She was tall but James was taller, so she got stuck in back with them. She got in and their bodies pressed together as the seat was pushed back. She felt her heart pump quicker just being this close to her. She peeked at her under her lashes. Wow. She was so sexy. She couldn't even tell you what it was about her, it just was there. Chemistry. "Janey," she said softly in greeting. "Marissa," she gave her a half-smile. She felt the smile hit her in the gut, her eyes going out the windshield. It had been over a year since she had dated. She was definitely feeling it, that was for sure. This girl made her feel as though she had just been woken up from hibernation.


Marissa followed everyone into the warehouse, the party in full swing. Strobe lights hanging from three different areas. She saw a friend of hers DJing. Everyone X'd out or just hanging on the big couches everywhere, wall to wall. She sighed. What she had hoped to do was stay over at Pete's and just veg out, maybe take a shower and actually sleep. But Pete obviously had other plans and she knew he wouldn't want her to stay when he wasn't home.

Pete took Penny's hand and headed towards the bar. She knew Pete was their lender tonight and wondered if she should go with them but decided not to, standing next to the girl who introduced herself as Janey. An absolutely heart-breaking looker of a girl. Girls like her didn't just walk around her neck of the woods unless maybe they were trying to throw change at her. Long honey colored hair, large blue/green eyes and a voice that made her look twice. It was like a breath of fresh air, just being around her. It made her feel dirty as she looked down at herself for a moment. Hell, she had washed her clothes maybe three days ago so they weren't that bad. She hoped. Not that this girl would give her a second glance.

She looked over at her. She saw Johnson looking at Janey from nearby and she saw her artfully ignore him. Johnson could be pretty damn obnoxious when he wanted something and it was obvious he wanted Janey but it didn't look like Janey was altogether comfortable with the idea. "Do you want to get a drink?" Janey asked her, her eyes going to her and then to the bar on the other side of the room. She nodded at her and let her lead the way through the dancing crowd, stepping over the legs of people sitting against the wall. They got to the bar and the bartender recognized her, nodding. She nodded back as Janey asked her what she wanted. "Whatever you're having," she responded, reaching into her pocket for the last bill she had, a ten she hoped. "No it's okay, I have it," Janey said, touching her arm slightly as she leaned over the bar.

Her eyes went to her shirt that gaped lightly revealing her lace bra and she immediately looked away, over her shoulder. She hadn't seen breasts that nice in a long time and well, that was just the tops of them. Janey paid the bar keep, pushing her drink towards her, "Thanks," she said to her, bending her head so that she could hear her over the music. "You're welcome," Janey smiled up at her. She took half of the drink in one swallow. Vodka Tonic. Good Vodka too. She hadn't eaten except for a few pieces of toast that morning and her stomach was coated with warmth from the liquor.

They moved away from the bar, Janey perching herself in one of the window sills and they watched the crowd move together to the Drum and Bass. She had some crystal in her bag. Was given it for free and had been saving it. Maybe she wanted some. She didn't normally share any of her stuff with anyone. Give them an inch and they took a mile. Well, it was the least she could do. "Do you want some meth?" she asked, sitting down on the ledge with her. Janey's eyes met hers, "I'm okay. Go ahead." She felt herself relax, glad she hadn't taken the offer for some reason. Not because she didn't want to share, but because maybe it meant she wasn't a user, a hanger-on. Johnson would've tried to take the whole damn bag. "I'm good," she shrugged, and she was. Sometimes she just liked to get away, be happy for a few brief moments. But she found being around her actually made her feel less heavy. It was a nice feeling.

Janey was wearing expensive looking jeans, strategic fading in place and frayed at the bottoms with flip flops on her feet as was the trend. She could tell she wasn't on the streets like she was. Nothing wrong with that. She had nothing against kids who had it better than she did unlike some of her aquaintances. She had smelled nice in the car, something feminine, probably her shampoo. Last time she took a shower, she used soap for her hair. She ran her hand through her ponytail, it feeling soft. That's what not washing it for a few days did. Give it a few more and it wouldn't be so great.

They sat for awhile, Pete and Janey's friend Penny coming over to hang out for a bit. Pete got them drinks and she felt herself actually sort of enjoy herself. Janey didn't speak much, which was fine by her. She wasn't much of a talker herself. It didn't feel uncomfortable and being with her didn't feel forced. After awhile, Pete decided to head to another club but Janey shook her head when her friend said she should go too. "I think I'm done for the night," she said softly. Johnson looked like he wanted to say something to her, but then decided to follow Pete out, knowing he was a sure bet. She herself felt undecided. She didn't feel like going to another club and didn't feel like dealing with Johnson.

They went outside and she hesitated, watching Janey try to hail a cab. She hitched her bag up on her shoulder as the cab stopped. "Are you going with Pete?" Janey asked her, as they looked at one another. She shook her head. "Don't feel like staying out anymore?" she asked her. "Not really," she responded, her eyes darting away. "Do you want to..maybe hang out? Come over? I can make us something to eat? I'm starving." Just her saying that made her stomach grumble and both of them heard it. Janey gave her a genuine smile and she felt herself smile back at her. "Come on," Janey tilted her head and slid into the cab. She stood looking at the door for a moment. Was she just being friendly or did she want something more? She knew Janey probably guessed that some of the folks Pete hung out with lived wherever they could. She hadn't seemed to mind. Maybe she wanted payment in return for being able to go to her place. She held the cab door open as she got in. Maybe. And maybe she wouldn't mind...having her in her arms. It would be worth it to have a shower and something to eat and hopefully sleep somewhere nice and warm. She wasn't some guy that made her skin crawl with wanting to fuck her who she had to turn down time and again. This girl seemed different, sweet.

She shut the door, setting her bag on the floor and leaned back as Janey gave the cab driver her address. A brownstone. She knew the area. Had been there a few times when she was younger, when she was still living at home before everything and everyone had gone south. It was a fairly silent ride as the cabby turned the music up and they both looked out the window. Fifteen minutes later the car stopped and Janey opened the door, paying the driver. She followed her out and looked up at the dark complex. No lights on except the front stoop. She wondered if she lived alone. It was almost 4 am so maybe her roommate was asleep.

Janey slipped her key in the door and she made her way into the entryway, turning on a hallway light. She turned, closing the door behind her, then watched Janey take off her flip flops, a few other pairs of shoes laying nearby. She followed suit, taking off her shoes. She knew from being in different people's places to pay attention to things like that, not wanting to be kicked out for not following the host rules. It could mean the difference between a nice dry place to sleep and a cardboard box in an alley.

"You can leave your bag right here if you want?" Janey asked, pointing to a stairwell. She took it off her shoulder, placing it on the staircase, then moved behind her into a large kitchen as she turned on the light. "Are leftovers okay? I made lasagna last night and have enough for like a week," Janey gave her a small smile. "I'll eat anything," she said softly, taking her coat off. Janey picked up some sort of remote and music started to play from the living room across from them. She put her coat over the kitchen chair and came into the kitchen, shoving her hands in her pockets. "Do you want me to do something?" she asked, watching her pull out containers from the fridge, her mouth starting to water. "Nope, just sit. It'll be ready in three seconds. Do you want a beer or something?" Janey asked, pulling plates from a large cabinet. "Sure," she nodded. Janey pulled out two beers, twisting off the tops and handed her one. She thanked her, going to the table and drank part of the beer, trying not to watch her as she made them plates.

By the time she brought the plates over she had finished her beer, feeling a little lightheaded. "Thank you," she said sincerely, looking at the food. "Eat," Janey smiled picking up her fork. She tried not to wolf it down as she ate quickly, barely tasting it because she was so hungry. "There's more," Janey said softly, not even half way done. She felt her face heat and she slowed, taking the last few bites. "Sorry," she cleared her throat. "Don't more if you like," Janey said, pushing her plate away and taking a long pull on her beer. "I'm good," she said even though she could've eaten two more servings. Janey got up, taking the plates and she watched her walk into the kitchen.

"Do you..have a roommate?" she asked her, standing. "No, just me." Surprised, she looked at the furnishings. It was a nice place, and so was the area. Janey looked her age. Janey saw her looking around. "My folks live in the country and I'm going to school here so it just seemed more logical to live out here." She nodded, but she didn't really understand, not being able to fathom parents paying for a place like this. "Do you want another beer?" she asked her. Marissa shook her head, feeling tentative. "It's late I guess," Janey said softly. She felt her stomach plummet slightly. She was going to kick her out. At least she was able to get a meal.

"Do you want to stay?" Janey asked her, turning off the stereo. She felt her heart speed up, "Yeah?" she asked her. Janey nodded, her hand on the corner of the wall, propping herself up. "Okay," she gave her a little smile, feeling relieved. Janey smiled, then walked out of the kitchen. She made her way to the stairs and Marissa picked up her bag, following her up the staircase. She walked down the hall behind her and passed a darkened room that looked like it had a large desk and some type of equipment on it coming to another room. Janey turned on the light and she saw this was her bedroom. Large bed, half-made, sheets pulled back. A big TV was on the wall to the left and she saw a bathroom to the right.

"I'm sorry, I only have one bed. The other bedroom I converted into an office and the couch isn't big enough to fully lay on. Is that okay?" Janey asked, looking over at her as she opened a drawer. "Yeah," she said, looking over at the bathroom. "Can I...use your shower?" she asked, holding her breath. "Of course," Janey said, turning on the TV. "Awesome," she let out her breath and went into it, closing the door behind her. She turned and stood stock still, taking herself in, the big mirror not hiding a damn thing. She looked tired. Her long hair coming out from under her paige boy cap. Dark t-shirt, worn jeans with some smudges on them. She raised her arms. Well, at least she didn't smell.

She ran the shower and undressed, gingerly getting in. The hot water hit her and she let out a groan, standing for a full minute under it. She then took a look at what Janey had in her shower. Shampoo and conditioner. Shit, she couldn't even remember the last time she used conditioner. She used both, the smell like fruit in her hair. She used the body wash, lathering slowly and cleaning as well as possible. Maybe Janey wanted sex. She didn't want to be dirty. She took out the razor from her bag on the floor. This one she had taken from a three pack at the last house she had been at. She hoped they wouldn't miss it. She had seen it and realized she hadn't shaved in months. Why would she really? But seeing the razor had made her think of being cleaner, feeling better. So she had taken it. She used the shaving cream and shaved her armpits and legs, lightly trimming between them as well. After she was done, she made sure she rinsed the tub and then toweled off. She only used a dollop of the lotion that was on the counter, then took out her toothbrush and toothpaste from her bag. She pulled out another shirt and then put on another pair of jeans, putting her other clothes back in her bag.

When she came out, Janey was laying in the bed, her eyes sleepy as they rested on the TV. She came to the empty side of the bed and bit her lip, getting into it. "Good shower?" Janey asked, turning to face her. She had changed into what looked like boy shorts and a thin t-shirt and she felt herself want to reach out and touch her. She looked so soft. She nodded, "Thanks for letting me stay." Janey nodded, "Anytime." Yeah, she wished but she just smiled at her, resting her head on the pillow, her still damp hair pushed away from her face. "You are so beautiful," Janey whispered, her eyes on her. She blinked at her, the words seeming to come from nowhere. So she did want sex. And she found it didn't bother her. "Do you want to..." she started, unsure of how to say it. "What?" Janey asked. "To have sex with you." Janey's eyes widened slightly. "Do you want to?" she asked sounding slightly confused. Why did she sound confused? "I...don't mind," she admitted, watching her eyes change. Somehow their bodies were closer than before and Janey reached out slowly, her hand gentle against her neck and jaw, her thumb moving slightly, "I don't want it to be something you "don't mind" doing," Janey whispered, then put her arm around her waist, her head resting on her collarbone.

She lay still for a long moment, then felt her own arm snake around Janey's body, holding her back, her chin resting on her head. Well. Now that was something she hadn't expected. It had been a long time since anything or anyone had surprised her. Having lived on the street for the last 5 years, she had done a lot of things she wasn't proud of in order to survive, one of which was to sometimes sleep with people to secure her well-being. She found it a necessary evil at times to stay alive. And she was still alive. And here. It had somehow led her to exactly where she was right now: in a warm safe place with a girl that seemed to good to be true, their bodies wrapped around one another. The TV was barely audible, Janey soft in her arms, and the bed was more comfortable than any bed she had ever been in. Her mind started to completely shut off, her body weary and she wondered at it, never having felt safe like this the entire time she had been on her own. For the first time not fearing she was falling asleep to something different than what she might wake up to.


Janey woke to the sound of a heart beating and she nuzzled into the body holding hers. Her eyes started to open and everything came flooding back. Going with her friend Penny to some guys place she had a crush on from work. Getting a little tipsy and running into this perfect girl who was now in her bed. After they had left to go to the club, she realized that Marissa was homeless. Not just the wary was she carried herself as though she was ready to pick up and take off at any moment, but the way she interacted with other people and her. She carried her darkness with her like a cloak and she found herself being drawn in.

She wanted to know this girl. Had seen her in her dreams. Someone who has seen things and lived things that most people should never have to. She could feel her capableness, the way she measured everything. She had to, in order to live on the streets. But unlike Johnson and a few other people at the house she had gone to, Marissa took care of herself. She looked and smelled clean and her eyes weren't wild, desperate. She could see intelligence behind those dark brown eyes and also a sadness. Still, there was an aura she held that made her almost fight to not look at, wanting to just stare at her. She commanded your attention, the person that you looked at when they walked into a room. She was tall but with a very feminine body, having seen curves even through her baggy jeans. Her hands had made her almost blush. Strong looking as though they had seen a lot of miles but still gentle at the same time.

She had offered her place and she could see her hesitance. When she had accepted, she was ecstatic. She didn't want her to have to try to find another place. And she had been polite, taking off her shoes when she saw she had, and asking her if she wanted help in the kitchen. She wondered how many times she had to act like this in order to get a meal or a place to stay. They hadn't talked much, but they hadn't needed to. When she had come out of the shower, she gave up the fight and looked her fill. Her hair was clean and brushed straight, surprisingly long and slightly curly over her shoulders, red streaks running through it. She had put baggy jeans back on and as she climbed into bed, she just wanted to be held by her.

She couldn't help the words that had come out of her mouth, about her being beautiful. And Marissa had misunderstood, thought she wanted what probably other people had asked for in return for giving her things. Sex. It horrified her to think that Marissa would assume that is why she had asked her to come to her place. But if she were used to living on the streets and being invisible to others, she supposed you took kindness with a grain of salt and the admission that you might have to give something back. She didn't want to be someone that took advantage of her.

She saw the situation from a different perspective. When she was younger, she had lived out of a car with her mom and younger brother. Her father had died suddenly leaving them with nothing, not even the house they lived in. It took them over a year of living out of the car, eating out of trashbins and from handouts before they were able to get back on their feet. Her mom eventually ended up falling in love with her step-dad at the second job she had taken and he took them in, providing them with stability. She knew her fairy tale ending was definitely not what other people living without a home usually had and she felt blessed. Being homeless for that year had taught her to never underestimate your will to survive, to just be able to live day to day.

When she hung out with Marissa, her memories of that time came flooding back. She knew she couldn't necessarily equate what she had gone through to whatever Marissa had lived, but she knew that this might very well be her chance to offer someone that was having a hard time the opportunity to help themselves. Her senior year in highschool she had been accepted to an extremely hard arts program in the city. Her step-father owned the brownstone she was in and instead of selling it, had let her use it. The place was definitely big enough for another person and even though she loved having a place she didn't have to share after living in close quarters in the past, she found she wanted to be able to give Marissa something she could see she wanted and needed. And something about her made her know she could trust her. Just instinct.

Marissa stirred slightly, her face pressed against her neck as she held her from behind. She felt her hand go to Marissa's which was against her chest. She felt Marissa's body tighten and then relax as she woke up, their bodies settling into one another again. She had left the window slightly open last night and the breeze lifted over them, stirring the curtain lightly. The phone ran next to her, the volume on low. She eyed it, then reached for it, hearing her brother yelling at someone in the background. Marissa rolled onto her back and she did the same, looking up at the ceiling. "Let me call you back," she said to him and hung up a moment later. "My brother drives me insane," she said softly, rubbing her eyes.

Marissa sat up, perching herself up on her hands, looking as if she should leave. "You owe me breakfast," she heard herself say to Marissa, laying on her side. Marissa looked down at her, looking confused but nodded. "Do you know how to cook?" she smiled. Marissa's mouth curved, "Sort of?" her voice was a little hoarse and she felt a sliver of desire run up her back. "Sort of?" she teased. Marissa smiled, sitting all the way up, "It's been awhile." Janey nodded. "Well, I'm going to take a shower so when I get out..I'm hoping to find some eggs and toast at the least," she winked, sliding out of bed. She heard Marissa laugh softly as she went into the bathroom. Yeah, she wanted her to stay. Hopefully she would.


Marissa shoved the rest of her stuff in her bag as Janey was coming back into the living room. "Thanks for letting me hang out," she said to her, standing awkwardly in front of her. Janey sat on the arm of the couch looking up at her. "I...I have a proposition for you." Marissa watched her silently, feeling wary. "Do you want to...stay here? You know...until you find a better place? You wouldn't have to pay rent or anything like that," she said softly. She felt hope bloom inside of her. Stay here, with her? The room was silent as she processed the fact that this was actually happening, that Janey would even want her to stay. "It's okay..I just thought.." Janey started but Marissa stopped her, "I'd...yeah, that would be cool." "On one condition though." Marissa nodded. "No parties after 1am and you have to make me breakfast like that at least once a week," she smiled. Marissa grinned and she laughed.

"I..I think you might be too good to be true," Marissa said finally, fiddling with the bag in her hand. Janey shook her head, "I just give you the chance to get where you need to go." Marissa felt the lightest she'd felt in a long time. "Why?" she asked, curious. Janey stood, only slightly shorter than her, their eyes meeting. "Everyone deserves a new lease on life."

She studied her, saw the strength in those eyes along with the compassion. "I...I have a job..I can't live here without giving you something." She helped out a guy a few times a week loading and unloading trucks off the dock, under the table. It was only a bill each time, but she had stashed some of it, using the rest to eat. "Yes, you can. Marissa, I'm not asking anything of you," Janey said softly, her hand resting on her side. Marissa felt confusion and grateful at the same time. She looked up, waiting for some white light to tell her she had died, that this was what heaven was supposed to be like.

Janey went towards the kitchen and pulled out a drawer near the fridge. She slipped something on a piece of metal, then handed it to her. "Key to the house." Marissa took it, staring. "You trust me?" Janey looked at her, "Do I have reason not to?" Marissa shook her head. No, she didn't. "I would never betray your trust." Janey nodded. Janey didn't know her from Eve, but she was damn lucky that Marissa had a strict moral code she lived by. She didn't know how Janey knew she could trust her, but she did. Maybe karma was finally paying off. "I have to get to class. Will I see you later?" she asked, putting a bag over her shoulders. "Yeah," Marissa nodded, thinking about her other bag full of belongings she had over at the shelter. They walked towards the front door and Marissa stopped. "Janey," she hesitated. Janey opened the door slightly, looking up at her. "Thank you." Janey nodded. Marissa reached out, slowly and they hugged for a long moment. She wasn't normally a touchy person, but somehow Janey made her feel like she could be. That it was okay.

Janey took the bus uptown while she walked down into the city. Her hand was in her pocket grasping the key tightly. She still felt like this was some sort of trick. That it wasn't really happening. That someone was going to walk up to her and tell her everything was a joke on her. That she would get back to Janey's and find the place no longer existed. She looked over at a large clock hanging from the market wall as she passed. She had to hustle to make it over to the loading docks. She had the job for a few months now and hadn't told any of her aquaintances on the street about it. She knew if she did, they would try to push her out of the job and take it themselves.

She had only made a few real friends the entire time she had been on her own and all of them were quite a bit older than her, a different generation that had been on the streets forever. Some of the kids were transitory, runaways who eventually had gone back home. Some of them got into drugs heavily and OD'd. Others got into prostitution which she found happened with the guys more than the girls she knew. She had thankfully not found herself tied to any one thing or spot and had up and moved when scenes became a little heavy. She didn't make attachments because people were always looking for a way up and out and she found when they left, they didn't leave anything behind, including their friendship.

She had met one girl a few years back. She had just showed up one day, sleeping under the tunnel near Battery street. She had literally tripped over her when she had gone under to escape the rain. The girl was filthy, only covered by a thin windbreaker, her eyes large and scared. She couldn't have been much younger than her. She had waited out the rain with her, her hands going inside her bag and pulling out a snack bar for both of them. The girl had looked at it as it was an alien and then she had taken it tentatively, nearly swallowing it whole. The rain had persisted and she had seen her shiver. She had pulled out a long sleeved shirt, one of only two she had and had handed it to her. The girl looked up at her then at the shirt. "Take it," she had said to her softly. The girl reached for it, then put it on over her clothes, it dwarfing her. She huddled closer to her and she let her, their backs to the wall.

The girl had finally fallen asleep curled up next to her as she had sat watch. A little while later another kid had come under the tunnel making a racket, waking the girl up. She had sat up slowly, disoriented but as soon as she saw the guy, she had felt her tense, scooting back next to her as though for protection. She recognized him, had seen him around. A jerk. He had no sense of right and wrong, was mean-spirited. He had never messed with her even though one time they had almost got into a scuffle at a gathering a few months back. He was intimidated by her and she didn't mind one bit. Just a punk kid trying to asset his power in an unstructured environment.

His eyes went to the girl and then to her and his feet stopped him from coming further. He looked indecisive as though he wanted to come closer but her eyes never left his, as she stretched her legs slowly, starting to get up into a crouch. He stood still for a moment and then turned, heading back out the way he came. She had no problem fighting if she had to. Had done it more than once before and never lost, even if she was pretty beat up a few times. She used her past athleticism to get by. If you showed weakness out here, you would always be taken advantage of. She stayed on her haunches, looking towards where he had disappeared. "Stay here for a minute," she said to the girl, heading towards the end of the tunnel.

She knew from the way the girl had reacted to him that she had run into him before. And it hadn't been a pleasant experience. She knew his reputation, and knew he had probably taken exactly what he had wanted from her, possibly looking for her so that he could come back again to do the same thing. She despised women haters and men who used power to control them. She liked guys just fine, but not ones that exploited and used women.

She poked her head out of the tunnel, then stood to her full height. The kid was standing at the top of the embankment in the rain, looking mad. She looked up at him, waiting. Finally he turned, heading down the other side of the hill. He would be back, of that she was sure. She stood for another moment, then headed back into the tunnel. The rain had started to drizzle and she reached the girl, crouching again. "Do you want to come with me?" she asked her. She never offered, never asked for companionship, never needed it. But she knew this girl wouldn't last out here if she stayed by herself. The girl nodded, getting up, looking so sad bundled up in her shirt. She put her bag on her shoulders walking to the other side of the tunnel, only one way out down the other side of the hill, a gate to the right.

She had taken them to a guys place she knew where they could be safe for the night. She hung out with him here and there before and knew she could trust him. She had only stayed at his place once and hoped he would be okay with her bringing someone, which he had been. They had slept in a spare room, him sleepily handing them clean sheets for her to make the small bed with. They had taken showers in the small stall in the half bathroom attached to the bedroom and the girl had put her shirt back on, slipping into the bed. Clean, she looked small and fragile and quite pretty. She had locked the door, then came into bed with her. The girl had lay next to her, shaking slightly and she realized she was crying. She felt the girl push into her and she held her as she cried. The streets were no place for a girl like her. She would be abused before she could say boo. Maybe time on the streets would harden her, but it would take awhile to get there, if she survived.

She had stayed with her for the next month, floating from a few places to the streets as she tried to keep her safe. One night towards the end of their time together, the girl had sought out her body for comfort and she gave it to her, being gentle. They had slow sex, shutting out everything for a little while. It had felt good to be with someone in an intimate way without the feeling of obligation, no strings attached.

And then one day she had disappeared. Hadn't come back that night to the shelter. She spent the next week looking for her. Knew she was gone. She hoped she wasn't lying somewhere dead, that maybe she had made it to a better life. Sometimes that meant going back home, a lot of the times it didn't. She found she missed her and it pissed her off that she had let herself get close to someone. Ever since then, she hadn't let herself feel a connection with anyone. Her mind drifted to Janey as she hefted the boxes from the truck, sweat rolling down her neck. She was going to have a place to come home to tonight, food to eat. The thought excited her as she worked quickly, the two hours going by fast.

She made her way to the shelter, grabbing her stuff from the back where they had locked it up for her. A large duffel. A bunch of clothes and a few personal things. She made her way back to Janey's, this time taking the bus. When she got there, it was already almost 5pm and she knocked, even though she had the key. A moment later, Janey opened the door. " have a key you know," Janey smiled, stepping back. She felt her face heat and she nodded, "Didn't want case you changed your mind," she said. Janey closed the door behind her as she set down her bag, taking off her shoes. "How was school?" she asked her, putting the bag aside. "God, painful. The last teacher sounded like the teacher from Charlie Brown." Marissa smiled, "Wah wah wah?" she asked remembering the cartoon character from her youth. Janey laughed nodding as she followed her into the kitchen.

"Do you mind if I take a shower? Maybe use your washer and dryer?" she asked, feeling a little shy. "You don't have to ask," Janey said, opening the fridge. "Thanks," she said, hefting her bag over her arm. "I'm going to make dinner okay? Laundry room is around the corner," Janey said, pulling out some bags. She had only some coffee and a donut at work and nodded, "Yeah, sounds good." She rounded the corner and walked into the laundry room, it smelling like clean clothes. This was going to take awhile to get used to.


"Your girlfriend is gorgeous, Janey," Danny said as she slid the balcony door closed. "She isn't my girlfriend Dan," she said, feeling her neck flush. "Well why not? She's sweet. Quiet, but sweet. And the way her eyes follow you," he winked, taking a sip of his drink. She had a few classmates over for a study group, Janey trying to stay out of the way but having come down for dinner. "She does not look at me," Janey shook her head. "Uh, are you blind?" Danny asked, sitting on the bench. "Shut up...she's just a friend." "But you want more?" Janey sat next to him, watching a girl from her class say something to Marissa as she leaned against the chair in front of her. Flirting.

Janey shrugged. Yeah, maybe she did. But she wanted it to be something Marissa wanted, not something she thought she owed her. Marissa hadn't come on to her, hadn't been physical with her in a sexual nature, hadn't showed interest and she wasn't going to pursue her or ask for something she thought she had to give her. She was very attracted to her but also sensed a hesitancy on Marissa's part. She knew sharing a bed wasn't probably the best sleeping arrangement and had ordered a bed which was arriving tomorrow. She had re-arranged everything in the spare room so that she could have her own space. Maybe that would help her separate her feelings of desire from her want to be her friend.

Finally everyone left and she headed upstairs to the spare room, turning on the light. She heard Marissa come up the stairs, stopping in the doorway of the room as she pushed her desk further to the right. "Decorating?" Marissa asked, amusement in her voice. She smiled at her over her shoulder, "Just thought you wouldn't want to be sleeping in the middle of the room." Marissa looked at her, a question forming on her face. "I uh..there's a bed coming tomorrow...I thought you would probably want to have your own space?" Marissa looked around the room and she realized she didn't know she had been moving everything around for her. "You got a bed?" she asked. Janey nodded, "I guess I should have asked you?" Marissa shook her head, "'s your house. I didn't mean to make you go out and buy something for me." Janey came from behind the desk, "You didn't. I just know that having your own bed and privacy is nice..would be nice."

Marissa leaned against the doorframe, her eyes dark as she looked at her. "What?" she asked, coming to stand in front of her. "I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop," she admitted. "It won't." Marissa shrugged as if she didn't believe her. "You don't trust me yet?" Janey asked softly, feeling her heart hurt. Marissa's mouth parted, her eyes betraying her, apology in them. "It's okay," Janey whispered and moved past her towards her bedroom. She grabbed a few things from her drawer to change into and went into the bathroom shutting the door as Marissa came into the room. She knew trust took time. She hoped after living with her for the last month she would trust her more. She didn't think it would bother her but it did.

When she came out, Marissa wasn't in the bed, the room's only light on the bedside table. She got into bed, watching TV for awhile. It was quiet in the house and she realized that Marissa had left. She sighed, watching TV for awhile, getting sleepy. She heard the front door close and she snuggled down into bed further. She didn't hear footsteps coming up the stairs and wondered if Marissa was going to try to sleep on the couch. The thought completely left her mind when she turned her head to see someone standing in the doorway. A man in dark jeans and a hooded sweatshirt. She sat up slowly, confused and as he walked into the room, she realized she knew who he was.


Marissa found her feet carrying her back towards Janey's place. She didn't know why she couldn't just trust her. Knew Janey had done everything to earn it. Had never not followed through. She was like a dream come true for her. She had an actual place to stay, a roof over her head, food and most importantly, someone to share it with. She was the perfect friend, always asking and never assuming. She had spent every single night in her bed with her, sometimes waking to find them wrapped up in one another. And she knew there was desire there. Could see Janey try to hide it, her eyes sometimes moving away from hers shyly. It was not one-sided. But something made her keep from acting on her impulses. She didn't want her to think she was sleeping with her because she thought she should. There was just something about the timing that was off. She wanted to give herself to her, but felt like there was a bridge she had to cross first. Didn't want Janey to get tangled up and cut by her rough edges. She was too good for her.

She looked up at the brownstone and then reached the door, freezing. She saw splinters on the outside as though the door was jimmied. She looked over her shoulder, darkness not revealing much but outlines of cars. She silently pushed the door and felt it give gently. She came into the foyer, pressing the door lightly with her back. She saw light coming from the TV upstairs. She wanted to check the 1st floor but knew she needed to go upstairs first. Not wanting to call her name, she took the stairs two at a time, her feet barely making a sound on the carpet.

She heard a soft sound and stood at the top of the stairs. She heard the sound again. Like a whimper and then a male's voice, a rough murmur. She turned, going into the room and felt her heart slam against her ribcage. A man lay over Janey, his knee pressed against her back. He was leaning over her, his hand over her mouth as she shook her head, tears in her eyes. His other hand was undoing his pants and she could see Janey trying to struggle beneath him. Her shirt had been pulled up, her shorts over her hips. She felt a growl erupt from her as she took two long strides towards them.

The guy turned his head surprised and she slammed her knuckles into his face at the same time she realized that she knew who it was. He fell to the side, trying to scramble off the bed but his pants were half way down, making him fall sideways. She grabbed his sweater, yanking him off the bed and slammed him into the dresser, punching him hard on his nose, breaking it as blood flew everywhere. He groaned, trying to get up, his hands pulling on his jeans. She kicked him hard, her shoes never having been taken off and the steel of the boot connected against his ribs.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" she spit at him, kicking him again. "Stop man," he rasped, holding out a hand. "Get the fuck up bitch," she grabbed him, pulling him up against the dresser as he tried to stand, holding his ribs, blood all over his sweater. She was slightly taller than him and she saw him start to raise his hand to try to hit her and she kneed him hard in his groin, making him fall to his knees again and she leaned over punching him hard. "You scrawny fuckin' piece of shit. Say you're goddamn sorry right now or I swear to God I am going to kill you," she rasped out, looking down at him. He groaned, his head nearly on the floor, "I'm sorry man." "Not to me you ass," she said. He looked up, tears in his eyes from the pain and looked over at Janey who had covered herself up with the sheets, her face streaked with tears, "I'm sorry," he pleaded. "Yeah, you are, Johnson," Marissa shook her head.

She crouched next to him and lifted his head by his hair. "You followed me here?" she asked him, wanting to just kick the shit out of him again. He nodded slightly. God, what had she done? She had almost gotten Janey raped. She thought she had been so careful. She reached for his sweater, dragging him out of the room and waited at the top of the stairs. He finally stood and she fought the almost overwhelming urge to shove him down the flight in front of her. "You are no one. You show your face out there and I guarantee you that you will wish you hadn't been born." He groaned, "Come on man, don't do that to me. It's too late in the season right now to relocate." "Not my problem...rapist," she snarled, waiting for him to make one false move, give her a reason.

She felt rather than saw Janey come out of the bedroom behind her and she tried to unclench her fists. He bowed his head, then turned, trying to make his way down the stairs. She knew that calling the cops wouldn't do a damn thing, that maybe that action would promise a return from Johnson, knowing him well enough. She had confronted him and she knew from his eyes that he would leave not only the house, but the area. He had lost all street cred and respect now for what he had done and no one would trust him as far as they could throw him once they found out what had happened.

She followed him down, watching him limp painfully down the street. She stood watching him disappear after the next block and she closed the door, chaining it. She saw Janey at the top of the stairs and she came up to stand in front of her, looking down at her raw knuckles and the slight spatter of blood on her sweater. She stood on the step below her, their eyes almost level. "I'm sorry," Marissa whispered, feeling as if she had lost her chance for normalcy, that Janey would never forgive her. "For what?" Janey asked, her eyes filled with tears. "For leading him here to you..I never thought he would follow me..that something like this would happen," she said, pain ripping at her. "It wasn't your fault," Janey said her hand going to her head, gentle. "Janey...if I hadn't come back," she whispered, not wanting to think about it. "But you did."

Damn this girl was so strong. She knew some girls would probably be pretty hysterical right about now and she wouldn't have blamed her. She looked down at the floor for a long moment. "Why?" Janey whispered. Why did she come back? Why had she left in the first place? Run away rather than confront her problems. Ran in the family. "Because I need what you are offering. I do trust you," she heard herself say. "Do you?" Janey asked her, wiping at her tears. She looked up at her, their eyes on one another. She wanted to touch her but was worried that it might make her startle after what had happened. She nodded.

Janey put her hand on her neck and their faces brushed. She felt need light through her, wanting to just be with her. Talk about bad timing. Janey took her hand and she held it. "I..need to change the sheets," Janey whispered. "I'll do it," she said gently, coming onto the top step. "I'll make some coffee," Janey cleared her throat. She nodded and went into the bedroom stripping the sheets. She remade the bed and wiped down the dresser, putting a few items that had been knocked over in their place. She took the sheets to the laundry room and put them on the floor, unsure what she wanted to do with them.

When she walked into the kitchen, Janey was pouring them two cups, the stereo on low. They sat on the couch, sipping their coffee in silence. She felt the words bubble up and let them flow, starting to speak. "When I was little, I used to lay in the backyard at night, watching the stars. I wanted to be an astronaut. I used to wonder how people made it up into the sky so far away, and wanted to be one of those people that could travel and look back to see everything disappear behind me." She closed her eyes, resting her head against the cushion. "It got harder and harder to see those stars and remember that dream as I got older. My mom was an alcoholic, my step-father was never home. When he was, he would use me as his personal punching bag. Used to tell his son from a previous marriage that girls were meant for one thing and then held me down and let him do that one thing to me."

She heard Janey's breath catch but she had to continue. "Sometimes I would wake up to my clothes being pulled off, hands pushing my legs apart. I only tried to tell my mom once and she backhanded me into the wall. Still have a scar from that one." She set her coffee down, her eyes going to the coffee table. "If I could turn back time, I wouldn't. There isn't anything left there for me. All I have is what I have become. It's hard for me to...settle into the feeling of being safe." Janey put her cup down, watching her. "I feel that with you," Marissa whispered, looking over at her. "I feel that with you too," Janey said softly.

They stared at one another for a long moment. There was no look of disgust or pity in her eyes for what had happened to her in the past, she only saw her need to comfort and...something that looked very much like love. "Can we just hold one another?" Janey asked, looking almost fearful. Marissa stood and she took her hand as they made their way back up the stairs. She knew she wouldn't sleep after what had happened earlier, but she wanted to lay with her, feel her in her arms. She saw Janey look at the bed, then go to the other side, slipping into it. She came in next to her and slowly curled her body around hers. Janey grasped her hand and held it close to her as they lay, the rustling of the leaves against the window soothing. She would take this over anything else she could think of. She felt Janey fall asleep and she held her close, finally dozing off awhile later, feeling her warm body against hers.


Janey pushed at her, trying not to laugh but failing. Marissa grinned, raising her hands and Janey grumbled, smacking her on the hip, skirting away. "Would you stop already you asshole," Janey managed, shoving the door open. After having told her parents about the incident, her step-dad had sold the brownstone and they had moved into a smaller community. It wasn't as if it was safer, but the memories of what had happened made Janey a little skittish at times. She sometimes woke in the middle of the night, her eyes darting to the door thinking she saw a man standing there. Marissa would soothe and hold her until she fell back asleep.

They had become closer and sometimes she would find herself looking at Marissa for long periods of time, feeling embarassed when she was caught. She knew she was falling in love with her. But she felt indecision. Marissa wasn't sexual with her whatsover and even as she hoped for more, the weeks passed into months and still nothing. The new place they had moved into was a two-bedroom and so not only did they have separate sleeping arrangements now, but Marissa had found a steady night job so she didn't see her as much. She had started to pay rent even though her step-dad had insisted they didn't and it became apparent to her after six months had passed that what she was going to get was a friendship. And she had to respect that. It didn't make the longing lessen any.

So when she was asked out on a date by someone in her class, she had decided to go. She knew it was unhealthy to pine after someone that didn't look at you the way you looked at them. They ended up going out for dinner and she had surprisingly had a good time. Georgia was witty and outgoing and made her laugh. She didn't normally find herself attracted to sunny people like her but it seemed refreshing. They had talked for hours and the desire she saw in Georgia's eyes made her feel attractive. Just the way she looked at her. She wondered if it was something Georgia had been hiding from her because she had never felt that from her before she had asked her out. She had to admit she enjoyed the attention and she did like her.

Georgia had brought her home and when they hugged, she had brushed her lips lightly across Janey's cheek. She had no idea what dating rules were out there nowadays and it made her smile. Maybe she would get an actual kiss on the second date which she had said yes to. As Georgia was walking down the steps, Marissa was coming up the walkway. They passed and she heard Georgia say hello. Marissa nodded at her, coming up the stairs. So why did she look at Georgia and feel pleasant feelings but one look at Marissa, tired and a little dirty from work, cap low on her head and eyes dark....look so much more like what she wanted?

They walked into the house together, Janey going up to change. She came back down to the kitchen to make a snack and she saw Marissa sitting on the couch. No lights on, TV on low. She had changed into shorts and a worn tshirt and she hesitated, coming over to sit down next to her on the couch. Marissa barely looked at her, drinking the beer in her hand. She felt tension and she wasn't sure why.

"How was work?" she asked her, putting her plate on the table, suddenly not hungry anymore. "Okay. How was your day?" Marissa asked quietly, fingers running over the beer bottle. She tore her eyes away from her hands and shrugged, "I wish I could get someone to do all my papers for me..that would be nice." The corner of Marissa's mouth turned up, but she didn't say anything. "Is something wrong?" Janey asked, pushing back against the couch. Marissa shook her head. "I feel're mad at me. Did I do something to upset you?" Marissa's eyes met hers and she shook her head again, taking another swallow.

There it was, that tension. She felt it crawl through her, hitting her stomach. "Who was the girl?" Marissa asked, her eyes on the TV again. "Girl from class." Marissa nodded, pulling at the label on the bottle. She frowned, "What?" She could see Marissa looked uncomfortable. "I...are you..were you on a date?" Why did she care? "Yeah. She asked me out. We just had dinner." Why was she even explaining herself to her? Marissa nodded, finishing her beer and leaned forward. Her shirt rose up slightly and she could see her smooth skin, looking dark in the dim room. She wanted to reach out and touch it, touch her. "She's pretty," Marissa said softly, looking down at her empty beer bottle. Janey felt herself shrug, Marissa looking over at her, "I guess so."

She couldn't read her eyes, didn't know what she was trying to get at. She stood abruptly and went around the couch to the kitchen. She stared at the TV for a minute until she heard Marissa heading upstairs. Was she jealous? How could she be jealous? Marissa didn't even look at her in that way. Maybe she was jealous of the friendship aspect. That she was spending time with her. She turned off the TV and took the plate back into the kitchen having lost her appetite. She put everything away and then headed upstairs.

She walked past Marissa's room, the door slightly ajar and saw her laying on her bed, the bedside lamp on. She took a breath and then knocked on the door. "Yeah?" Marissa said from the other side. She opened the door wider. She was sprawled out on the sheets, a book in her hand, head propped on a pillow. "Can I come in?" Marissa nodded, putting her book down. She saw the cover. "That's a great book," she commented, sitting down on the edge of her bed. Marissa scratched her stomach nodding, "Working through the middle..a little sluggish." Janey nodded, "Yeah, but it's worth the wait." Marissa smiled, "Good."

She looked so good laying there, her skin looking so soft, her eyes unreadable. She missed being held by her. Missed being in her arms. She felt a strong urge to just be with her. "Can I.." she hesitated. "What?" Marissa asked softly. "Lay with you tonight?" She felt her heart pound in her ears. Maybe she shouldn't have asked, she started to look away when Marissa pulled back the sheets, making room for her. She slid in, facing her. Marissa reached over turning off the light and for a moment, it was completely silent, her body wanting to feel hers against it. She just needed...and then Marissa was holding her. She closed her eyes, pressing her face into her neck, their legs sliding together, bare. She stiffled a moan, the feeling erotic. She had missed feeling her body against hers. Missed the intimacy of this. She lay for a long while, their arms around one another. Finally she drifted to sleep and felt her body relax completely.

When she awoke, the sun was coming up. Marissa was on the far side of the bed, her longs limbs spanning parts of the bed, their thighs touching. She felt the loss of her warmth immediately and more importantly, she missed her. She felt tears come to her eyes and she sat up, sliding to the edge of the bed. She shouldn't have slept in her bed. It had only made it worse. She wanted everything she couldn't have. She felt her shoulders sag and she wiped at her tears as she left her room, heading to her own to take a shower. She felt her tears come fully as she stepped under the hot water and she pressed her forhead to the wall, crying. She suddenly felt lost and alone.

She felt cool air at her back and she turned to see the glass door closing. She felt her mouth part and her eyes widen through her tears as she stood facing a completely naked Marissa, her body coming closer, darkening under the spray of the water. She was absolutely perfect. Full breasts, slim waist, strong thighs. She blinked, feeling her back touch the tile as Marissa stood in front of her, her hands going to her face. They stood under the water, looking at one another, their bodies barely touching for a long moment and in that instant she saw everything she had ever hoped to see in her eyes. Desire, love, need.

She searched her eyes, feeling shock and then their mouths met for the first time. She felt her heart collide with her longing as they kissed slowly. She reached out, pulling Marissa tight to her and moaned at the feel of their tongues and bodies touching. Marissa let out a groan as they held one another, and she pressed her leg between hers, making her slowly ride her as they made out against the wall. She felt instant sensation from her groin up her spine, feeling as if she were going to lose control and she gasped, her hands going to Marissa's waist, her body suspended above hers as she straddled her thigh.

Marissa bent her head, her mouth going to her wet breasts and she watched her as she took her nipple into her mouth, licking and then sucking it deeply. "Baby," she whispered, her hips moving over her leg, rubbing against her smoothly, the water making almost no friction, the feeling slippery and hot. Marissa held her close, her mouth moving across her body, up to her neck then back to her mouth. She kissed her deeply and she felt her body jerk against Marissa's, felt her orgasm come like the hot lash of the water pounding over them. She had never come this way and it made her almost fight it, her hands pushing against her, trying to find leverage, to not drown.

But it was too late, Marissa's eyes opening to look into hers and she came hard, her hips pumping and her vagina clenching as her clit slid over her moist leg again and again. Her eyes slammed shut, her head against the tile as the sensations washed over her. She forced herself to open her eyes, her breathing heavy as they became still against one another. Marissa kissed her gently, their eyes still open and on one another. "I love you," Marissa whispered, looking so vulnerable. She blinked back her tears, her hands going to the base of her skull, running lightly into her hair. "I love you too." "I don't want you to be someone else's. I want to be the one you want to be with," Marissa said, doubt in her eyes. "From the first moment we met, I have always wanted to be the one that YOU wanted," Janey kissed her closed eyelids, trailing her mouth down to her ear, "I'm yours." Marissa's shoulders lowered and she turned off the water, walking them out of the shower and into the bedroom.

Their wet bodies came onto the bed, and Janey lay on her, their mouths meeting again. She took her time memorizing her body. The sounds she made when she liked something, the way her hands clenched in the sheets when she tried to remain in control. Her nipples were so sensitive, the left one pierced and she took her time playing with it, the feel of the metal against her tongue sexy. She made her way down her body and kissed her hips and inner thighs, down to her feet. She touched the soles of them with her tongue causing Marissa to laugh softly, then made her way up her legs, nipping and kissing her until she lay breathless below her.

She pressed her legs open and nearly groaned. So beautiful. "I want you so bad," she whispered, running her thumbs along her closed folds, watching Marissa lick her lower lip. "Can I taste you?" she asked, pressing her nose lightly to her, smelling her arousal. "Yes," Marissa whispered. She wanted this to be about what she wanted. She ran her tongue up her, causing her lips to open further and she sighed. So good. She ran her teeth over her clit, causing Marissa to twitch. She made love to her slowly and carefully, not wanting to miss anything. When she pushed her tongue into her, Marissa's legs widened, her hand moving up her own chest to her breast. She groaned, taking her own hand and moving it on top of Marissa's as she ran her fingers over her hard nipple, their eyes on one another. "So sexy," Marissa whispered, biting her lip.

She played with her nipple with her as her tongue started to test her clit, making it harder and she felt it swell against her. She sucked it into her mouth, her other hand spreading her wider, her vagina wide open to her. She kept sucking on the nub swirling it on her tongue and she pressed against her, sliding in easily and then she pulled out. Marissa moaned, her body moving to try and recapture her hand. She repeated the movement and then stopped coming out all the way, fucking her smoothly, loving the way she was clenched so tight around her fingers in welcome. "Oh shit," Marissa let out, her back bending as she rode her fingers and mouth.

Their hands tangled above her as she held her from moving, her tongue now lightning quick against her hardened clit. As she added more pressure inside of her, feeling for the one place that would set her off, she pushed another finger in, Marissa gasping, her other hand grabbing at the sheets. "Come for me baby," she whispered, before moving her tongue back over her and not even a few thrusts later, she was climaxing around her fingers as she groaned out her name, their hands lacing tightly as she moved her body against hers.


Janey came up beside her and Marissa pulled her into her arms, her eyes opening. Why in the world had she waited to so long to tell her how much she had needed her? She had been chicken and had almost paid the price. There wasn't a day that went by that she didn't want or desire her. She was just scared. What if it changed everything? This too-good-to-be-true friendship? Then she would have nothing. If there was anything that could break her, she knew that would be it.

Seeing that girl leaving Janey on the steps, Janey's eyes following her as she left. It made her feel horrible. Everything she had always wanted was right in front of her. She wanted to share everything with her. She knew that sometimes Janey looked at her longer than normal, that she had questions in her eyes. But she had never broached the subject and she herself was too afraid to.

She lay with her last night, wanting so much to just roll her over, make love to her. Tell her what she meant to her. Wanted to know..needed to know how she felt about her. And then when she woke to find Janey sitting on the edge of the bed, wiping her tears away, she knew. Understood exactly what this was. She loved her. Was in love with her. For the first time, she was in love. And by not showing her how she felt, she was losing her. She felt so nervous as she took off her clothes, making her way into the bathroom. When she opened the shower door, she felt her heart break seeing her crying against the tile wall. She could make this better. They would make this work.

When she had turned, she saw her shock and immediate arousal and it made everything else fall away. She had the most beautiful body, the most beautiful soul. Damn she had come in her arms just from rubbing against her. It was the hotest thing she had every experienced. And then they were on the bed and Janey showed her what she had been missing her whole life. Sex and love together. It was everything all rolled into one. She felt overwhelmed and her climax had hit her hard, not having come with another person in a very long time.

She pulled her close, Janey smiling softly at her. "How did I get so lucky?" she whispered, looking at her in wonder. "I don't know...I am quite a catch," Janey raised her eyebrow. Marissa laughed, running her hand over her ass and then lower, watching her swallow, her eyes getting wider. She pulled her leg over her hip, then put her hand back on her ass, trailing her fingertips between her cheeks and then to her vagina, feeling her hand immediately coated with her juices. She let out a slow breath, feeling her arousal come back tenfold. Lord what this girl did to her. Janey bit her tongue that had snaked out between her teeth and she rubbed against her opening, sliding in two fingers without hesitation. "Ohhh," Janey whispered, her ass pushing back as she entered her fully.

Her arm was long and it was the perfect angle, her fingers sliding in and out all the way, her clit and mound pressed against her groin and she watched her in the morning light as she gave her pleasure, her body trembling slightly against her as she took her time. "I want to fuck you like this all morning, just glide in and out of you deeply, rub your clit gently on my hip, not let you come until you can't take it anymore," she grumbled low into her mouth as they kissed. "Oh God, "Janey whimpered, her body straining to remain still as she took her higher. "I want to make up for lost time," she whispered, Janey's eyes opening. "I can't...I can't...fuck, you're going to make me come," Janey shook her head, trying to stop her from moving, her hand going to their joining, holding her forearm. "Then come. But I'm not going to stop," she said softly, never changing her rhythm. "Dammnit," Janey groaned and then she came, their mouths meeting again as she plunged her fingers into her wet depths, making her cry out as her orgasm caused her body to heave against her, sweat running down between her breasts laying on hers.

She stayed inside of her barely moving and Janey panted softly, her head pressed against her neck. She moved so that Janey's leg went over her arm and then she had her on her back as she lay over her. "You have anywhere to be today?" Marissa asked her slowly, her hand starting to move again. Janey's mouth parted and she saw her desire, her cheeks tinging. "No," Janey whispered, her legs going around her hips. "Then we have a date," Marissa said softly, feeling a smile come to her face. Janey let out a small laugh and then moaned as she gently took her on that climb again.

This was her girl. In a warm and comfortable bed. In a place they could call theirs. She had a job and a life and didn't worry about when her next meal would come from and by what means. This girl beneath her had seen something in her. Taken a chance and brought her into her life and her heart. And she realized that everything else, it didn't mean anything if you didn't have someone to actually live it with. This was her ninth life and she wasn't going to pass up the chance. She was in love and was loved and she was the luckiest girl in the world.


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