Sheridan woke late the next morning, feeling like she had never gone to sleep at all but she didn't mind one bit. She patted Fifi on the back and rearranged the small dog so that she wasn't hogging the whole pillow. Taking a deep, satisfied breath, the construction worker smiled somewhat sleepily as she recalled the previous evening's activities.

Keeferİhad been in rare form when she came home from work. Sheridan was pleasantly surprised by her lover's behavior, with Keefer catching her completely off guard. The blonde grinned and chuckled as she remembered the way Keefer had overpowered her in the foyer.

Keefer was on her knees, sitting on her heels, with Sheridan's legs wrapped around her middle. The tall woman was devouring her lover's mouth, hungrily and lustfully, while pressing her abdomen into Sheridan's sex, driving her crazy. Long arms slid around the construction worker's back as she was lowered to the floor. Keefer stretched out her long legs and Sheridan's unfastened from around her back. A pause in the oral assault allowed Sheridan to read the hunger in her lover's half-lidded baby blues. Her heart pounded and her sex throbbed. She'd never seen this look on Keefer's face and it turned her on tremendously. Further study of her panting lover's gorgeous eyes allowed the blonde to catch a glimpse of a question hidden under all the need. A slow smile formed on Sheridan's lips. İİ

"Do it, Keef," she breathed excitedly. Keefer was going to take her in a way she had never thought her lover was capable. Her stomach clenched and her sex twitched in anticipation.

The tall woman didn't know what had come over her; this desire, this all-consuming need to have her lover was so strong -- it actually scared her at first. She had thought about nothing else on the subway ride home. She didn't know how it happened, but she felt as if a thousand pounds were lifted off of her shoulders. Something had occurred... got through to another part of her soul and it felt like the walls had come tumbling down. Keefer had never felt more freer or as light as she did while sitting in that subway car. Her mind wandered, as it had been all day, to the phone call and the moment she lost all her insecure inhibitions and touched herself. For her lover. Keefer's nostrils flared when she thought about it. First in arousal, as she remembered her lover's heavy breathing, then in anger when she thought about how much pleasure she had missed out on in her life. Not that sex was the most important thing, but she felt like a whole new world had opened up for her. Her heart swelled for Sheridan, she loved her even more than ever. Her sex swelled too... she had a lot of catching up to do.

Sheridan was oblivious as to what caused the change in her lover, but she was certainly] pleased, nonetheless. While Keefer was a very good lover, she had never been this aggressive or determined to have her way. Sheridan felt a twinge of nervousness when Keefer slid down and yanked the jeans and underwear off of her legs with one pull, but that faded away as the tall woman tugged off her own shirt and bra. The blonde swallowed hard as her lover purposely teased her with her breasts... bringing them close enough to lick, but backing away just before she could have a taste.

Keefer lifted Sheridan's shirt up over her breasts, and palmed them both, breathing hard though her wet lips. Her gaze focused on darkened green eyes. "I want..." she started, unable to finish.

"What, Keef... tell me, baby," Sheridan gasped as her lover kneaded her breasts.

Keefer bent over her lover, her nipples hardened as they brushed against the backs of her own hands. Her hair fell around Sheridan's face and she breathed hotly into the blonde's ear.

Sheridan groaned and arched her back. "What, baby..."

Keefer licked her lips and brought them in contact with Sheridan's ear. "I want to fuck you, Sheridan. Will you let me?"

Sheridan growled and again wrapped her legs around Keefer's back. The soft cotton of the inspector's Chinos pressed tantalizingly into her naked, moist sex, making her groan. Keefer's bluntness excited her to new heights, even hearing her lover say the word 'fuck' made her wet. "How bad do you want to fuck me?" the blonde growled as her lover kept an insistent pressure between her legs.

Keefer blushed momentarily after actually speaking her desires so blatantly, but composed herself quickly. Sheridan's skin felt so hot beneath her, and she was so turned on that her heart raced. She pulled her face out of Sheridan's neck and touched their lips together. "Really bad," she replied, her voice unusually raspy, flooded with arousal.

Sheridan covered one of Keefer's hands with her own and dragged it off of her breast, downward. When their hands reached her wet center, the construction worker unwrapped her legs from Keefer's back and let them fall open on the floor, knees up in a lewd invitation. "Then do it," she said, pressing Keefer's hand into her sex.

"Baby?"

Sheridan was brought back to the present by Keefer's sleep-roughened voice. "Hmm?"

"Your eyes were open, but I could have sworn you were dreaming," she joked about the look on her lover's face. "What were you thinking about?"

"Last night," Sheridan replied with a sly grin.

"Last night, huh?" Keefer repeated with a small blush. "Which part?" she asked coyly.

Sheridan sat up and stared at her lover in amusement. "Now I know where Fifi gets it from," she commented. "Don't you even think you can get away with that shy thing after you had your nose up my ass."

Keefer turned so red she looked like an apple. Her eyes widened and her mouth hung open.

"That's right, Missy. You had me every which way but loose! I had my first tongue bath, which, by the way, was too fucking good, and you have the nerve to blush," Sheridan teased, watching the steam rise off of her mortified lover.

"Sheridan!" Keefer protested.

The blonde jumped over Zeus and tackled Keefer, pinning her arms over her head. "I should take advantage of this situation," she bent down and kissed Keefer, much to Zeus's dismay as the big dog tried to squeeze back between the two women.

"You'd take advantage of lil ol' me?" Keefer asked in mock fear.

Sheridan pretended to think about it as she hip checked the big Rotty. "Nope, I'm too busy trying to figure out how to get you to jump me again like you did last night." The blonde buried her face in Keefer's neck and purred, "Mmm... you were in such a mood last night... my little wild woman." Sheridan licked her lips and grinned wildly. "I loved it!"

Keefer felt pretty sure of herself with that remark. "You certainly weren't complaining."

"Complain?" Sheridan laughed. "How could I complain? I could hardly breathe half the time."

Fifi walked over, sat on Keefer's legs behind Sheridan and leaned into the blonde's back. "I think someone's jealous again," Sheridan whispered in Keefer's ear.

Keefer eyed the big pathetic face to her left, and the obvious pout to her right. "I think all the someone's are jealous.

"I'll take care of them today -- you go shower in peace," Sheridan said as she climbed off her lover.

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The day slipped by effortlessly as the two lovers fell into a comfortable routine. While Keefer was at work, Sheridan stopped by her house to pick up some clothes and necessities and then stopped by her pop's office to see if he needed her anywhere. She was growing antsy. The construction worker liked to work; she enjoyed the healthy sweat that a day of hard, productive labor caused. Working out was keeping her occupied, but it wasn't enough. Finding nothing to do work-wise, the blonde went back to Keefer's house to lounge around.

Eventually, after the television bored her to death, she started to walk around the old house with a work-oriented mindset.

Keefer came home to a veryİenthusiastic greeting from all three dogs, causing her to wonder where her lover was. Sheridan usually held back at least one of the boys so Keefer could walk into the house without too much excitement. The radio was playing loudly and the tall woman sought out her lover instead of yelling for her. When she entered the kitchen, she was greeted with the sight of Sheridan's butt sticking out from under the sink. She watched it for a while with a dopey smile on her face as her lover apparently worked on something or other. "Now that's a hello!" she finally said.

Sheridan backed out of the cabinet with a semi-guilty expression. "There was a leak," she explained, holding up the wrench for emphasis.

Keefer grinned knowingly. She knew for a fact that Sheridan would go stir crazy sooner or later; she just didn't expect it to be sooner. "Uh-huh, and what else did you find that needed fixing?" she asked with an amused smile.

"Only a few things, really. Some loose doorknobs, the float in the toilet tank needed adjusting, I painted over the spackle in the living room..."

"There's no work for you yet, huh?" Keefer asked sympathetically as she crouched down in front of her lover for a kiss.

Sheridan sighed after the kiss. "Nope. Only one in the Bronx and I don't want it."

Keefer stood up and watched Sheridan replace all the things she had taken out of the cabinet. She looked so sad and it made Keefer frown. "You know... if you want... and there's nothing else to do..."

Sheridan raised her eyebrow in question.

"The porch could use some work," Keefer said, nodding her head in the direction of the front door.

Sheridan lit up like a Christmas tree, "Yeah! I was looking at it today, we could extend it into a deck... maybe another set of steps by the driveway... I saw some really cool latticework for the railing..." she went on excitedly before realizing Keefer was smiling at her. "Well, that's if you want," she added shyly.

"You're so adorable when you're excited."

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It was early Thursday morning and Sheridan was sitting up in bed, staring at her lover. Keefer was lying on her back, one arm extended over her head and the other draped over her abdomen. She had kicked off the sheet that had covered her, and was lying there in panties and a tanktop, her breasts barely covered by the material. Sheridan stared with undisguised lust at her half-naked lover. The sun was barely up, but the blonde had been awake for some time, entertaining thoughts of pouncing on Keefer and devouring her. Sheridan's mouth watered as her gaze followed the curve of Keefer's left breast... the baby-soft skin of which peeked out at her, tantalizing her. Blinking rapidly and swallowing hard, the blonde's gaze continued to travel down over a flat abdomen to linger on the cutest bellybutton she'd ever seen, then further down to the apex of her lover's long legs. Bikini panties covered no more than Keefer's pubic hair; the strings on the side of the panties framing her sexy hips.

Sheridan breathed deeply, wanting so badly to reach over and touch her sleeping lover, but Keefer looked so peaceful with her lips barely open and her facial muscles relaxed. The blonde climbed to her knees and carefully leaned as close as she could and placed a tiny kiss on Keefer's belly. The brunette didn't even flinch and Sheridan raised an eyebrow in thought. She leaned over further and placed a light kiss on Keefer's thigh. Again, no movement. Sheridan smiled deviously and kissed her lover's center. Keefer moved a little but stayed asleep.

Sheridan assessed the situation, crawled carefully off of the bed and stood at the foot, between Keefer's feet. She slowly laid her hands gently on her lover's ankles and inched apart her legs. She climbed ever so carefully onto the bed and settled on her knees and elbows between Keefer's open legs, her face inches away from her lover's sex. She stared at the material that covered her goal and pursed her lips in thought. She knew once she touched Keefer there, she would wake right up.

Making her decision, Sheridan lowered her head and just breathed on Keefer's center, long hot breaths, evenly spaced. Patiently, she sat there, until she could smell her lover's warm scent. Her eyes closed as she anticipated the taste, then she barely touched her tongue to the material of Keefer's panties and tickled it lightly up the length of her sex. The brunette inhaled hard and exhaled a little moan, opening her legs wider in her sleep. Sheridan grinned cockily and repeated the motion several times, all the while watching Keefer's nipples harden under the thin cotton tanktop. Her own sex clenched as she continued to lick her lover, slowly and gently. Keefer squirmed a bit, raising her hips, flexing her legs and arching her back, but all subtly. She was still asleep.

Sheridan was becoming progressively wetter as she teased her sleeping lover. She sat up on her knees and studied Keefer's face. The tall woman's brows were a bit furrowed, like she was concentrating on something, and her mouth was open much more than a moment ago. She looked delicious and so very inviting. Sheridan dropped back down and traced the edge of Keefer's panties with one finger, stopping when she got to the wet spot between her legs. Slowly hooking the finger under the fabric, she pulled the panties to the side, exposing the object of her adoration. Green eyes narrowed at the glistening wetness her tongue had caused. She glanced up at Keefer's face and grinned when she noticed her expression hadn't changed.

Sheridan lowered her mouth to Keefer's fragrant center and poked out her tongue, barely touching the hair guarding her opening. Her mouth watered instantly and she had to swallow before she tasted her lover again. The ache deepened between her own legs as the construction worker dragged her tongue deeper into the furrow of Keefer's nether lips. A gloating self-satisfied expression formed on her face as she inhaled the aroma, and buried her tongue deeper.

"MPH!"

The cocky expression was replaced by wide-eyed surprise as a long leg wrapped around her neck and a strong hand clutched the back of her head. Green eyes looked up into highly aroused blue. Sheridan hummed as she closed her eyes and continued to make love to Keefer.

"Sher..." Keefer gasped, surprised at how far Sheridan had gotten and how aroused she was.

"Mmm," the blonde replied doubling her efforts and slipping two fingers inside her lover.

"Oh, yeah..." Keefer whispered breathily, propping herself on her elbows. She was still a bit disoriented but well aware of how wet she was.

Sheridan worked her fingers in and out and rested her chin on Keefer's pubis. "What took you so long?" she drawled in a sensual voice.

"Oh god... how long... have you been at this?" Keefer asked between gasps of pleasure.

Sheridan flashed a lopsided grin as a reply.

Keefer's head hit the pillow heavily as she fell back onto the bed.

"I love you, Keefer," Sheridan whispered before wrapping her lips around Keefer's clit.

Keefer groaned loudly, unable to return the sentiments. She held the blonde's head tightly in her clenching fingers, keeping her in place. Her leg tightened around Sheridan's neck and her whole body shook as her lover brought her over the edge.

Sheridan groaned back as Keefer's body trembled, the orgasm feeding her own need. She whimpered in sympathy as the long fingers spasmed and dug into her scalp.

When Keefer relaxed, she released Sheridan's head and neck and breathed heavily. Her eyes met twinkling green and she chuckled. "That's a first," she breathed.

Sheridan climbed up on top of her lover and kissed her wetly, hotly, running her hands up and down Keefer's body. She broke the kiss only to allow the brunette time to catch her breath, and watched her lover's satisfied face as she did. "You're so beautiful"

Keefer didn't think about her hair, or the sleep in her eyes, or her morning breath. She simply smiled and pulled Sheridan down for another kiss.

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Keefer floated through much of the morning at work. Her secretive grin at having been woken up in such a pleasant way had everyone guessing as to the usually emotionless woman's thoughts.

The rumor mill was in full swing by noon, generating many speculations as to why Danni returned to work all bruised and broken. When asked, the redhead muttered something about being in an accident, but refused to elaborate. Keefer feigned pity whenever it was brought up in her presence, but silently chuckled as she watched her ex hobble past her office door. The clincher, the thing that gave Keefer the ultimate high, was when she was standing in the elevator on her way to the files room and Danni walked in, then ran back out and let Keefer have the elevator to herself. The tall woman was unable to hold her tongue.

"There's plenty of room," she said with an innocent expression. "I don't bite," she added with a devious grin.

"No, but your attack dog does," Danni replied with barely hidden fear.

Keefer laughed loud enough for Danni to hear her as the elevator door closed. She was surprised that she didn't even feel the slightest twinge of guilt. All she had to do was recall the crazy look in Danni's eyes that night at the barbecue and she knew Danni had deserved all that she got.

The tall inspector sat behind her desk and smiled, thoughts and visions of her muscular blonde lover invading her idle moments. She was much better today, more able to concentrate on work, but she still indulged in the errant daydream when she had a moment.

"Gibson?"

Keefer looked up slowly at her colleague. "Yes?" she asked, knowing that her daydreams were over for the time being.

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Sheridan decided to spend the afternoon with Steven at her pop's office and was soon embroiled in a serious "flick ball" match with her brother. She held up her hands, thumbs touching as a goal, while Steven lined up the small wad of paper. It was a 15-point game and he had 14. Sheridan made a hideous face as her brother prepared his shot. Ignoring her, he flicked the paper ball confidently and watched proudly as it sailed between Sheridan's thumbs. Sheridan ducked her head down and caught the wad of paper in her mouth.

"Hey! Why'd you eat it!?"

"No shot. Goalie interference," Sheridan said, spitting out the paper.

"Big fat cheater! I won!" Steven said, sticking out his tongue and doing a victory dance.

"You dance like a chicken."

"You dance like a monkey," He countered, imitating a monkey dancing.

"I do not... chicken dancer," Sheridan argued, dancing like a chicken.

The two siblings danced around the workshop clucking and making monkey noises when a bright flash suddenly froze them in place. Both turned around, stunned, to find the elder Landers waving a camera around in the air.

"Just thought this should go up on the brag wall," he said with a smug smile.

Sheridan put her hands on her hips. "You wouldn't."

"Oh yes, I will," Mr. Landers laughed, leaving the room.

Steven turned to Sheridan with a look of horror. "Look what you did!" he said pointing to the empty doorway.

"ME?" Sheridan poked herself in the chest.

"Yeah, you... monkey," he said, while trying to keep a straight face.

"Chicken," Sheridan said with a snort of laughter.

By the time they stopped laughing, tears were rolling down their faces.

"Now everyone is going to see how stupid you look when you dance," Steven said, wiping his eyes on the backs of his hands.

"Hey, I wasn't the only one in that picture."

"Yeah, but I'll cut it in half and hang your half on the wall," he said, then laughed. "Even better, I'll show your half to Keefer."

Sheridan chuckled, "I'll show your half to Keefer."

Steven panicked. "POP!!!!" he yelled, running from the room.

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Keefer braced herself at the front door. She had stopped on the way home and picked up Chinese for dinner and knew she'd never make it past the dogs if she didn't plan a strategy. She put the key in the door and opened it a crack. The dogs came barreling to the door and slammed it shut in her face. Keefer pursed her lips and furrowed her brows, fidgeting on the porch. She forced open the door once more and yelled inside. "Sher? Some help here." The dogs went crazy at her voice and started jumping up and throwing themselves at the door, barking and whining.

Keefer sighed heavily and glanced around, just then noticing that her lover's car wasn't in the driveway. "Damn!" she blurted out, and juggled her bags to read her watch. It wasn't early, if anything she was a bit late. Frowning, she threw herself in a lounge chair and waited.

Sheridan pulled up to the house to find Keefer in the midst of a serious pout. She climbed out of her car and chuckled at the look on her lovers face. "Kinda feels like the bench at the mall, I bet."

"Shut up."

Sheridan raised an eyebrow. "Oooo, what's wrong?" she asked, bending down for a kiss.

Keefer pursed her lips, but that was all she did.

"What did I do?" the blonde asked nervously.

"Your dogs wouldn't let me in the house!" Keefer said, clearly blaming Sheridan.

"And this is my fault... how?"

"They're your horses," the inspector resorted back to pouting. "I'm hungry, I'm PMS-ing and the food is getting cold," she whined

Sheridan raised both eyebrows in fright and took a step back. Oh, fuck me... "Baby, you just sit there and I'll get us inside," she said sweetly.

Keefer leveled a glare at Sheridan.

"Now what?" the blonde construction worker asked in frustration.

Keefer frowned. "Nothing." Sheridan made sure her back was turned before she rolled her eyes. PMS... just what I need. Why didn't she have PMS last month? she wondered.

The dogs came flying at her the minute she forced open the door and the blonde grimaced. "Back up, will ya!" she yelled. The dogs didn't listen and she allowed them a moment to adore her before she grabbed them by their collars and dragged them inside. "Okay, Keef, it's safe."

Keefer went straight for the kitchen, Fifi hot on her heels. The tall woman shook her head at the way Sheridan was holding back the big boys. She pet Fifi attentively and started to feel slightly guilty and more forgiving of the large, male dogs. Going into the living room, she watched her lover struggle before making up her mind. "Let them go, Sher."

The blonde looked skeptical. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, let'em go." Keefer squatted down and prepared for the onslaught.

Sheridan released their collars with a puzzled look on her face. She didn't understand women or PMS at all.

Keefer allowed the boys to lick and paw her senseless while she showered them with love and hugs.

Sheridan picked up Fifi who had run to her for protection once the boys came barreling at her mommy. The blonde held the small dog and watched the love fest. Once the carrying on calmed down, she stared at her lover intently. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," Keefer sighed. "Just had a little tantrum, that's all," she said as she sat heavily on the couch.

Sheridan watched as Keefer took off her shoes and picked her feet up onto the couch. Maybe I should be doing something... OH... dinner! "Do you want me to set the table or would you rather I bring a few forks in here?"

"We can eat in here," Keefer replied with little emotion.

"Can I ask you a question?" Sheridan asked hesitantly.

"Yes."

"How come you didn't have PMS last month? I know I would have noticed it."

Keefer chuckled wryly. Poor Sheridan hasn't been in a relationship... she never stayed with one person long enough to experience hormone hell. "I worked around it, hon," Keefer said with a small smile.

"Well, don't pretend things are good when they're not on my account. I love all of you, Keef."

Keefer looked like she might cry. "That was so sweet," she said tearfully.

Sheridan's eyes widened. What the hell? She went straight to the couch and stood between Keefer's legs. She thought really hard, back to conversations she had purposely tried to ignore; discussions between the girls about PMS and the like. Suddenly a light bulb went off over her head.

Keefer watched with great interest as her lover sat on the couch and put her long legs across her lap. She couldn't resist the groan when Sheridan began to rub her foot. "Oh, Sher... that feels sooooo good."

Outwardly, the blonde smiled and inwardly, she chastised herself for reacting to the languid moan. "Tell me if I hurt you, okay?"

"Oh god, no... that's perfect," the tall woman purred.

Again, the blonde's belly tingled and tightened and she narrowed her eyes in a silent gesture of defiance. Stop it! she warned her libido.

Keefer was in heaven and even though her stomach was growling, she was loath to give up the foot massage.

Hearing her lover's belly gurgle, Sheridan stood up. "Oh! Keef! The food! I'm sorry, baby, I'll go get it. You can eat while I rub your feet."

Keefer's mouth hung open in surprise. "Baby, you should eat, too, there's plenty of time for that."

"No," Sheridan insisted from the kitchen, the dogs surrounding her. "I think you need some TLC."

Feeling badly for Sheridan, Keefer offered a deal she was sure the construction worker would agree to -- one she was going to benefit greatly from. "How about we eat, then afterwards, I take a long hot bath and you rub my whole body."

Sheridan returned from the kitchen with a sexy lopsided smile on her face. "Oh yeah, you have a plan."

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Keefer lay on her belly, naked and relaxed while her lover sat on the backs of her thighs, working her strong hands into the tight muscles. The blonde's hair was still wet and she was wearing only her boxer briefs when she reappeared in the bedroom, giving Keefer a very enticing image to think of when she closed her eyes. She lay there and groaned as her lover's fingers dug deliciously into her back.

Sheridan, although concentrating on her task, was growing increasingly warm as she navigated the expanse of smooth skin lay out before her. Her eyes kept wandering to Keefer's perfectly shaped buttocks, and each time they did, the blonde bit her lips to control herself.

"Mmm... Sher... so niiiice," Keefer murmured into her folded arms.

Sheridan moved lower and smiled happily. She was making Keefer feel good and that made her feel good, too. Everywhere. She kneaded and rubbed the tight muscles, reveling in the feel of Keefer beneath her and between her legs.

"PMS isn't going to be such a bad thing if you treat me like this every month," Keefer groaned.

Sheridan had to find her tongue before speaking; her brain had it everywhere else but inside her mouth. "You deserve to be pampered."

"You fed me, Sheridan," Keefer chuckled, "You'll spoil me."

Sheridan puffed up. "Good."

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Keefer stretched long and hard, then sighed, placing a kiss on Sheridan's shoulder, which was right at her lips. The blonde construction worker had collapsed on top of her and was in the midst of catching her breath. Keefer laughed at the situation. One second she was one breath away from sleep, the next second, and she don't know how it happened, she was face up under her very amorous lover. Now, said lover was kissing her neck in the most gentle of fashions and she purred.

"Sorry, Keef, I don't know what happened," Sheridan said sheepishly.

"Oh yeah, it was so horrible for me to endure."

Sheridan grinned and lifted herself up on her elbows. "I bet," she said, adding a kiss to her lover's nose.

Keefer sighed in contentment, and pulled Sheridan back down on top of her. She loved the feel of their warm bodies meeting, and she moaned quietly. She felt protected, comforted and very loved. She was positive that she was the luckiest woman on the face of the earth to have a lover like Sheridan. She ran her nails gently up and down the blonde's back as she smiled, burying her nose in Sheridan's neck. The construction worker was so surprisingly sweet and attentive, and Keefer loved her so very much at this moment. She thought back to their first meeting, in the empty building... and how sexy Sheridan looked in her tool belt and work boots. Keefer's belly tingled as she recalled how that moment had changed her life. Her mind wandered to the first time she saw Sheridan in the club, in her tight jeans and T-shirt, defending her honor. Her heart swelled. She smiled from ear to ear when she thought of their first kiss. Sheridan had smelled so good that night. She loved the way her lover looked and smelled when she was going out to the club. Hmm, she hasn't been to the club in a while now... Keefer frowned. I wonder if I'm stopping her from going out. Not that I really want her to go, I want her to stay right here with me... on top of me... breathing on my neck... all night long. Keefer bit her bottom lip guiltily. You selfish woman, Keef... A pensive expression crossed her features. That's not fair. She slid her hand into Sheridan's hair and scratched her scalp. "Sher?"

"Mmm?"

"You know... it's Thursday night, ladies' night at the club, if I'm not mistaken."

"Yeah, so?"

"Don't you want to go out with the girls?"

Sheridan raised an eyebrow and lifted her head to study her lover. This could be a PMS test. "I suppose. Are you trying to get rid of me?" she joked.

"No, it's just that you haven't been out in so long, and I know you must want to be with your friends."

Okay, no hint of turmoil... maybe she really does mean it? "Are you sure you want me to go out?"

"Positive," Keefer said with a nod of her head.

"Well... I do feel like dancing..." she watched Keefer carefully. "Are you sure you won't mind?"

Keefer patted Sheridan on the butt, "Not at all," she replied with a smile.

Sheridan sat up on her knees. "Cool! I'll go call the girls," she said and kissed Keefer excitedly.

Keefer watched her lover's naked behind as it disappeared out of the room. I mean, she hasn't gone out in a long time... I know she needs it every so often... I have her every other night, anyway. I really shouldn't be so selfish. Should I? No. She deserves to go out with her friends. I can survive a night without her; I have the boys to keep me occupied...

"Keef?" Sheridan called from the living room.

Keefer slid slowly out of bed and wrapped the sheet around her as she padded to the living room. "Yeah?"

"I've been thinking. It really won't be any fun without you."

"What?" Keefer asked, just to make sure she heard right.

"I want you to come with me. I know you hate loud music and your hair smells when you leave, but if I go without you, I'll only be thinking about you the whole time. If you don't want to go, I don't either. I'd rather stay home with you."

Keefer whooped as she jumped on top of her startled lover, knocking her to the couch. "Of course I want to come with you!" she said excitedly. "Thank you, baby!" Keefer kissed Sheridan so hard, the blonde's lips hurt.

What just happened? The blonde pushed Keefer upright and sat on her lap. "You're adorable, baby," Sheridan chuckled at her lover's exuberance. "We better get in the shower if we ever plan on getting out of here tonight."

"Aren't you going to call the girls?" Keefer asked in puzzlement as Sheridan climbed off of her lap.

"No, let's surprise them." I want to avoid the teasing for as long as I can.

To be concluded in Chapter 45