Good Morning Beautiful(me and Mo)

[Kiala]

Amelia shifted beneath the blankets of her bed. It was her day off and she decided she deserved a nice sleep in. She works alt of overtime...not jst at the lousy office job she has, but her nightly gig. If you want to call hunting vamps, and studieng spells until late a job.

Amelia rolls over her eye's opening slightly. Filling her view was the bare back of another woman. Amelia smiled and sat up and leans over brushing back the red hair and dropping a kiss on her shoulder. Such a beautiful shoulder. Amelia roll's out of the bed, padding bare foot, and in nothing but a blood red gown. She makes her to the bathroom. She takes care of buisness, brushes her teeth and steps into the shower.

She comes back out with nothing but a towel on and moves to her closet. Dropping her towel she procedes to dress, pulling on a pair of black pants, and a red tank top. She looks over her shoulder at the woman on the bed, smirking at the site. The way her nightgown hugged her body. Amy moves to her vanaty and starts working on her make up. She doesnt go for the whole black thing...not entirely. Her lipsstick is blood red, her eyeliner is black, but not thick

"Good Morning Beautifull"--Amy say's as she hears mvement from the bed, and catches a glimps of the other woman sitting up in her mirror.

[baroquest]

There was no movement from Debra to suggest she had actually woken up when Amelia rolled over in the bed they shared, save the stillness that suddenly overtook her when her partner moved. The taller woman’s eyes drifted open when Amelia’s soft touch brushed through her hair and her plush lips touched her shoulder. A slight grin drifted across her lips, though it diminished a bit when she realized Amy was actually getting out of bed. The fiery haired woman lifted her head and chased her hostess across the room with those piercing emerald eyes, before she rolled heavily onto her back with the covers gathered up in one hand beneath her chin. A few moments of stillness, followed by a halfhearted stretch, and Debra decided that she might not sleep in. She was still tired, and probably could have gone back to bed for a couple of hours, but Amy didn’t get a lot of time off, not between her job, her studies and her obsession. That wasn’t to say that she had to get up right away, though.

Debra remained motionless until Amy stepped back in, just slightly lifted off the bed with her shoulders on her pillow. There was no need for urgency, and Amelia clearly wasn’t in any kind of rush. The redhead yawned, too lazy to shield her mouth with her hand, and lifted herself slowly upright, just in time to spot her hostess staring back at her in the mirror.

“Good Morning Beautiful.”

Debra grinned back at her, but didn’t respond right away. Instead, she dropped the cover and stretched out wide, with her arms open and them pulled behind her back in a couple of far too showy stretches.
“Mornin’.” she replied finally, on the tail of another yawn, before she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and cast the covers off of her lap. With no illusions of modesty, Debra sat there for a few moments and reasoned with getting up. Instead, she rubbed her eyes with one hand, while the other reached out blindly towards the side table, where it scooped up a minute piece plastic and metal, otherwise known as her cell phone. An unimpressed look passed her face when she saw the time, when she realized she had actually slept in. Still, the time wasn’t exactly of immediate concern.

With a quiet grunt, Debra pushed off of the bed and stepped up to the dresser, where she cast her arms around Amy’s shoulders and burried her face in her soft hair.
“Makin’ coffee...” she said bluntly, with a gentle squeeze, followed by the rather reluctant uncoiling of her arms before she made her way out of the room. She considered have a shower first, but she hadn’t brought a change of clothes this time, and she wasn’t about to take off her panties, just to put them back on after she got all clean. Arriving in the kitchen of Amy’s apartment, she toyed with the idea of borrowing some underwear, but coffee was more important. Debra hummed quietly as she stumbled about the cabinets in search of the one that held the cups, before she set up the machine to make a nice fresh pot for the two of them...

[Kiala]

Amy nuzzled into the arms that wrapped around, and felt the firm presure of her lovers chest against her back. She smiles at the mention of coffee and watches with intrest, the gentle swaying of Debra's hips...not realy careing that she is only wearing her panties. But this is a corner brownstone, and she wonders how Mr. Perkins across the street would would react if he saw a half naked woman in his neighbors house. She picked up a plain black beater(tank top) and gets up, useing the dresser for support.

Amy puts on her sneakers..red and back ofcourse and picks up her cane from beside the bed. She makes her way down the stairs, being carefull because of her limp. She realy hated being a cripple at times. Her cane made its custimary clunk clunk sound as she walked into the kitchen and placeing one hand on Debies shoulde turns her around and kisses her, haveing to stand up on her tip-toes.--"Is it coffee yet?"

"Here..put this on before Mr. Perkins looks acrss and has a heart attack"--Amy said handing Debie the shirt with a smirk. --"Not that I am complaining, mind you"--she snicker's going up on her toes again to nip Debra's chin. She moved to the fridge and openend the door takeing out her French Vanilla Creamr.--"you want anything to eat Babe?"--Amy says as she turns around and sets it on the counter.

"Deb...there's something I've been wanting to talk to you about"--.She says as she turns back around for the sugar. Such words had been uttered at the begining of a break up. Amy takes a deep breath and blurts out what she has to say--"what would you say.....to moveing in....."--Amy bites her lip, an almost scared look in her brilliant blue eye's as she turns back around.

[baroquest]

Debra continued to hum quietly to herself and stare at the coffee machine while it worked, otherwise oblivious to the rest of the world. That is until one particular girl tilted onto her tip toes to plant a kiss on the taller woman's cheek. With a smile, she turned to regard Amelia, before she simply shrugged at the question. It would be coffee soon, but it wasn't right then and she didn't feel like pointing out the obvious.

"Here..put this on before Mr. Perkins looks across and has a heart attack..."

Debra chuckled and took the vest with one hand while she chased after Amy's nip with her mouth. When her lover finally moved away, she pulled the tank top over her head, though she found it was a bit small for her. Good thing it didn't have sleeves.
"What business 'as he got spying on you?" she replied playfully as she chased after Amy, whom she caught upon the hips before she craned her head over the smaller girl's shoulder to peak into the fridge. "Maybe just some cereal?" She replied. Debra wasn't really a big breakfast person. She took a step back when Amy spun away from the fridge, and turned towards the cupboard to pull out a couple of mugs.

"Deb...there's something I've been wanting to talk to you about.

'Hmm?' was the extent of Debra's reply, who didn't really register the question for a couple of seconds, though when she did she immediately turned attention upon Amy. "Oh yeah?" she responded simply, though the look on her face plainly betrayed the skipped beats her heart had made.
"what would you say.....to moving in..."
Debra breathed a belated breath and took her eyes off of Amy, relief washing over her. She poured herself a cup of black coffee, and filled the next mug just enough to leave some space for the creamer before she slid it across the counter towards her companion.
"I don't know." Debra replied topically, before she took a sip from her cup and turned to face Amelia again. "I've got a lot of stuff at my place..." she said, referring to the hundreds of boxes of files in the basement. It wasn't like she could put it all in a U-haul or a storage locker. They'd been together for a while, and the question wasn't exactly an unexpected one, but Debra had her apprehensions. One of the best things about living apart was that if her problems ever followed her home, they wouldn't threaten Amy too. Besides, there was just something about the house that her dad had left behind, something intangible but compelling. Debra frowned, wondering if she was growing sentimental, but she shook the thought from her mind and returned her attention to the present.

[Kiala]

Amy added her creamer and sugar to her coffee, and stirred it. The look on her face made it obvious that it wasn’t the response she had been hoping for. They had been together for the last nine months of the past year. She sips her coffee and has a contemplative look on her face--"what if I were to move in with you...This place, it isn’t anything special"--wich was a lie. A Brownstone in Manhattan would sell for at least a couple million dollars. Then there was the fact it was her fathers. But she would give it up to be with Debbie.

Amelia swirled the coffee in her cup, takeing another sip-- “we’ve been together for a while now…I want to live with you Deb…even if it means selling this house”--The look on Amy’s face is dead serious. She means exactly what she say’s-- “I hate waking up alone in the morning’s…waking up without you. When I wake up, I find myself looking for you…searching even in my sleep Deb”-- Amy set’s her coffee down and turns around to take down a couple different boxes of cereal.

“I love you Deb…all I want is to be with you”--she turns around and sets the cereal on the counter-- “just think about it…alright??”--she smirks slightly-- “At the very least you should bring some of your clothes here so you have something to wear…”--. Amy walks around the island and forgetting her coffee or cereal wraps her arms around the taller woman’s waist, and cuddling close-- “And why have I never seen your place. Every time I even bring it up….you change the subject”

[baroquest]

The conversation had definitely shifted somewhere unexpected and, admittedly, uncomfortable. Debra's life style decisions, where she lived, how she made her money and what she did during her free time were things cards she usually played quite close to her chest. Debra took her eyes off of Amelia in a moment of evasiveness that was rather unusual for the rather confident woman. She sipped at her coffee, while she thought of a way to defuse the situation. It seemed the skip of her heart was a warranted response after all.

"We’ve been together for a while now…I want to live with you Deb…even if it means selling this house."
"I don't want you sellin' your place for me." Debra replied almost instantly, eager for any straw she could grab to detour the road they were traveling down.
"I hate waking up alone in the morning’s…waking up without you. When I wake up, I find myself looking for you…searching even in my sleep Deb."
Such an honest comment roused a combination of emotions within Debra, who had to take a moment to rethink just how she could respond to such a statement. All that really came to mind was two words, 'Uh-oh...', it would be a challenge to step her way around this one.
"I love you Deb…all I want is to be with you."
With a somewhat guilty smile, Debra turned to face Amy, who was already making her way over, with a quiet chuckle for the comment on clothes before she folded her arms around the smaller girl's shoulders and rested her cheek against the soft hair that covered Amelia's crown.

"And why have I never seen your place? Every time I even bring it up….you change the subject."
One could just about hear Debra's smile as it fainted right off of her lips. Again her heart leaped, and not in the good way but rather the 'this person has my number' kind of way. She gave a gentle squeeze to Amy's slender shoulders and a soft, lingering kiss to the side of her head before Debra slowly uncoiled her arms and turned back toward the counter that carried her coffee cup.
"This place is a lot nicer." She responded honestly. Amy's home was as aesthetically different from Debra's inherited town home as was possible. Where as one was well insulated, modern, and had seen touch up painting in the last ten years, the other had four cracked or completely broken windows, two doors that didn't close anymore and a floorless basement. Still, it was secluded and private, even in downtown Manhattan. But there was something else about the old place that Debra couldn't really explain. Something she had actually been on the verge of asking Amy about a few times. Something that made her dually fond and protective of the house and its property.

"I guess I should bring some toiletries next time too." Debra mused, as she lifted her coffee cup off the counter and turned, to lean into the very same counter while she faced Amelia once again. "Speaking of... I should probably step into the shower... would you mind lending me some skivvies?"

[Kiala]

Amy sighs at the short and simple answer. Another evasion. It is obvious she isn’t happy with it. She downed the rest of her coffee and went to make another cup. Her normal routine… gulp the first, take time with the second. She drinks almost nothing but coffee throughout the day. She isn’t exactly mad, but seems a little hurt. She moved to make her second cup and didn’t reply at first. She sets her coffee down--“why wont you let me in, Deb, I have hid nothing from you, not one iota! You have been in every part of my home, from my room, to my study were all my books are. I answer every question you pose to me. Why do you feel you need to hide these things from me…

She sighs once again and limps over Debra and hugs her--”I’m sorry Deb…its been bothering me for a while, and I just now mustered up the courage to ask…”--she gently nuzzles her head under Debra’s chin. She just remembered a question posed to her-- “yeah, you can barrow a pair love”--Amy looks up. It is obvious she hasn’t forgotten what they were discussing, but she is willing to let it drop for the time being.-- “If I had known you were going to take a shower, I would have waited to take mine”--smiles and raises up on her toes to kiss her lover.

“Actually, I think there is a set of your clothes in my bottom drawer that you forgot here last time” -- Amy smirks at the thought. It had been a rather enjoyable weekend. They had rarely left the third floor. She raises up again and kisses Deb long and deep. It is one of those lingering, suggestive kisses…before pinching Deb’s butt and skipping away as best she can giggling.

[baroquest]

"Look..." Debra said defensively, though her voice was unmistakably quiet at the same time. Amelia was doing a rather excellent job of making her feel guilty, but the secretive nature of her home was that way for a reason. Years of not thinking about it and years more of solitude had diluted that reason in the taller woman's mind to the point where she could no longer accurately recall it. "It's just not like that, okay?" She rubbed the back of her head anxiously and sighed, unsure of just what she should say in response. It had nothing to do with her not wanting to Let Amy in, it was just too soon for her. Her arms wrapped around and tightly squeezed the younger girl when she came close again, as a heavy sigh left her lips. She wanted to ask why Amelia couldn't just wait until she was ready, but that would just draw further attention to the fact that she didn't want to discuss it at all.

She breathed a somewhat guilty sigh of relief when Amelia finally dropped the subject.
"Oh?" Debra purred, quite sure she knew which clothes she had left. "Was a black jacket and some finger gloves with that?" She'd been searching everywhere for that jacket, but it was easy to lose track of things, especially clothes, at home. Especially black clothes.
"Ye know..." She went on as she chased after her slender lover, whom she grabbed around the waist and pulled into a tight hug from behind, to lean over her shoulder and softly nuzzle her jaw. "there's nothing stoppin' you from joinin' me... I'm sure I could find a way or two to make you dirty again..." the suggestive comment was ended with a gentle nip to her earlobe, as she pressed amorously into her small and easy to hold body.

Without even waiting for Amelia's response, she leaned back and half-lifted her light lover in a determined step towards the bathroom.

[Kiala]

Amy laughs as she is caught and pretends to fight until she feels Deb lean over and nuzzle her jaw. Smiling she nuzzles back and listens to the suggestion and grins, “I do like to get dirty”. Amelia giggles as she is pulled back and grabs her cane, “It might be easier to go upstairs if were not walking backwards you know”
She wriggles free and heads back toward the kitchen. “I need something to eat and my insulin first you lecher!”

“you get the bath ready, and I’ll get you your ‘delicates’ when I‘m done eating,” Amelia said with a light smirk. She wasn’t happy with the results of the conversation. In truth she was slightly hurt. She wouldn’t say it out loud but they way Debra acted made her feel she didn’t trust her. Not fully anyways. Amelia checked her blood sugar, and took her insulin. She ate a bowl of cereal quickly before heading back upstairs. The sound of the running could be heard from her room. With a devilish smirk she reached under the bed and took out the ‘toy box’. She grabbed Debs cloths from the bottom door and opens the door leading from her bedroom to the master bath, A little something she had had installed so she didn’t have to walk down the hall.

She laid the clothes out smiling at her lover, then took out and lit her lighter. No one could see into the bathroom, the curtains were always drawn. With a brief word fire leapt from her lit zippo and jumped to several scented candles in the room. With a flick of her wrist she turned on the stereo on, and turned on some of they’re favorite music. Amelia then began a slow strip tease for Debbie and soon, joined her coppery haired princess in the tub…for obvious…ehem…endeavor’s.

[baroquest]

Debra offered only a playfully disappointed pout before she let go of the slender woman she held and brushed her on towards the bathroom with a gentle nudge. The truth was that she felt bad about evading Amelia's questioning, and her lover was perfectly justified in a resentful feeling towards the defensive way with which she answered her inquiries. Unfortunately, the best she could do to explain her actions was to refer to the odd compulsion she felt to protect the secrecy of her home. The fiery haired woman shook the thought from her mind and made her way to the bathroom, pulling off the top she'd been given as she went.

As she drew the water, Debra dwelt briefly on consideration of her partner. They'd met a year ago by chance, but each subsequent glimpse of the code she used seemed to suggest that chance was large an illusion as the physical laws both she and her lover frequently broke. While she had proven herself capable of playing with chance, was she really doing something as insignificant as playing with odds, or was she altering the nature of fate itself. She sighed quietly and considered that thought as she slipped out of the last of the fabric hugging her hips, and slowly drifted into the warm water she had filled the tub with. Debra thought frequently about the abilities she possessed, to comprehend the code that no one else seemed able to decipher, seeing into its mass of variables and programming as though it were second nature. She simply thought of the practical applications though, and not the less tangible aspects of its nature, such as its meaning. She had often wondered if, were she to look far enough into the code, if she might find the time when Amelia broke up with her. If so, Debra wondered if she would be able to change it. The self correcting nature of the code would make such a massive change extremely difficult.

Debra sank into the water and sighed again, letting her head fall beneath the water for a moment to utterly drown out all the other noises that were around her. Reminded of why she so seldom thought about the code as anything other than a tool, the fiery haired hunter relished the minor silence she was offered, before the quiet reverberations of muffled foot falls struck her submerged ears. Debra looked towards the door as he rose back out of the water, and smiled. With a bit of envy for how good Amelia was at setting up the mood, she drifted back in the bath tub and softly drew her arms around the smaller girl as she nestled down in front of her. She wasn't quite as touchy feely as Amy was, that much was sure. The younger girl was almost always smacking her butt or growling at her, 'all full of graces and kisses' as her father would have said. Still, Debra gently kissed her lover's shoulder, up to just below her ear as she held her possessively close. She might not have been all touchy feely, but all things had a time and a place, and naked in a warm tub with your special someone, surrounded by candles while music played in the background... that wasn't the time to be a prude.

[Kiala]

Amelia slowly stepped into the hot waters, and gingerly lowered herself into the tub. She winces once as her bad knee pops. Amelia lets out a sigh of pleasure as she finally sinks chest deep into the steaming water. A smile crosses her face as Deb's arms wrap around her and draws her close and kisses the back of her neck and on up to her ear. Amy smiled and nuzzled against her lover. She was content and happy within the loving and gentle embrace of the powerful woman behind her. It was no question who was the ‘man’ in they’re relationship. Amelia though fiery and passionate was not a dominate person. She could lead when the occasion called for it, but in a relationship, she was the submissive type. Occasionally she would lead, but it was rare.

“I love you Deb”, Amelia says her lips parting in a smile even as she says those four little words. She was hoping to hear those words in return. Turning her head she sought out her lovers lips with her own. It is quite obvious what she is hoping for. It had basically been promised to her in the kitchen. Amy kisses her lover yet again and turns around before….

((Ya’ll don’t think we’re going to play this out, do you…you dirty dirty minded people))