Carrie Ryan & K. Darblyne
"...Yeah, how I love you when you're naked and...Yeah, how I hate you when you call me names... Yeah, how I love you something sacred, even though you piss me off, I'll take you anyway..."
Installment Six – The Adventure Begins
Day 1 Tuesday
buzzing from the alarm clock hardly started before a long arm reached out from
under the covers and silenced it. The
dark haired woman lay there for a moment just relishing the feel of the warm
bed, and the soft, fleshy body that was snuggled into her.
Soon her mind was replaying their lovemaking into the wee hours of the
morning as they celebrated Eddie’s promise of a gift.
Brooke could feel her heart beginning to race with excitement and
anticipation of the adventure ahead of them.
didn’t take much for Sam to stir out of her restful state. The seed had
been planted last night when they had both agreed upon a 6 AM starting time for
their journey. Now, filled with high hopes, Sam blinked her way awake, one
eye at a time, until the sound of her lover filled her ears.
Brooke’s deep-throated purr filled the air as Sam’s fluttering eyelashes
continued on their simple assault on her nipple, causing it to rise.
“Good morning, Beautiful,” the words came out in a melody all
their own as she began to sing, “how was your night?”
Brooke kissed the blonde head on her chest.
“Mine was wonderful with you by my side.”
Sam nestled into her wife’s shoulder.
“It was great. Just
think, pretty soon you could have two here by your side.”
Sam raised her head up to see the pleased look on Brooke’s face.
“Now that’s something to think about, isn’t it?”
She gently rubbed her hand on Brooke’s chest teasing her as her fingers
brushed over an erect nipple.
arms wrapped around her lover’s body as Brooke pulled Sam over on top of her.
Taking full advantage of the moment, Brooke placed a delicate but
slightly moist kiss on the tip of Sam’s nose.
Sam wiped the wet spot from her nose as she watched blue eyes twinkling in
delight. “You know I
hate that,” she rubbed at her nose again.
wiggled the tip of her tongue at her wife playfully and laughed.
As her laughter subsided, her mood turned serious and she stared into her
lover’s eyes. “When
was the last time I told you ‘I love you’?”
tell me that all the time,” Sam pulled back, tilting her head to the side,
“but do you mean it?”
than anything,” Brooke said in a heartfelt tone.
you really mean it, huh?” Sam
teased with a little wiggle of her nose, “I’m just not another one of your
The shock registered on Brooke’s face. “Hey, what kind of question is that
anyway?” She blinked and then blinked again in utter amazement.
Brooke’s mood lightened seeing the impish smile displayed on Sam’s face,
giving new meaning to the question. “And coming from my own wife,” she
said with a tight squeeze and a playful grin of her own. “Bet you
thought you had me fooled there, huh?”
checking,” Sam smiled mischievously.
“Let’s call it a real Brooke test,” she chuckled as she leaned down
to kiss two pouting lips. “I
want to be able to know when the real Brooke is here and when the ‘H’ Brooke
a dark eyebrow raised in challenge Brooke queried, “What the hell is the
‘H’ Brooke?” She softened at the sight of Sam’s coy smile.
“Oh, I get it,” and, with her eyebrows wiggling she continued,
“…Hot and Horny Brooke.”
idea but that’s two H’s and I only said one.”
Sam held up a single finger.
“I was thinking more along the lines of Hormonal
Brooke.” Sam smiled
sweetly, “You know we have to start taking those today.”
Brooke cleared her throat. “You
mean me. Okay, I’ll
remember that in a few months when you’re grabbing my crotch and yelling at
the top of your lungs,” she made quotation marks in the air with her fingers,
“This is all YOUR fault,” she said grinning at Sam.
Sam tried to look as innocent as her youthful face would allow.
“I wouldn’t do something like that in public, Hon.” Sam started to
rub her wife’s side slowly letting her hand move lower on the woman’s torso
with each passing motion. “Oh
no, Brooke,” Sam shook her head as she snaked her hand down over her wife’s
hip and into the curled hair marking the apex of her legs, “I’m grabbing
your crotch now.” And
then she did with more gusto than anyone would expect possible from the small
feel of Sam’s fingers on sensitive body parts took Brooke by surprise.
The woman’s words had barely settled on her ears when the stimulation
on her body sent any languid thoughts right out of the window.
Her need for more now rose higher than any kite she flew as a child.
Arousal shot through her body and for a few seconds she almost gave into
her craving for more. Intense
heat coursed through her body as she quickly staved off the sneak attack.
“Whoa, Darlin’, if your hand remains there for three more seconds I
refuse to be responsible for my actions,” she warned Sam with a smile.
an effective move, Brooke embraced her wife, holding her as close as she could
before rolling to the side and reversing their position.
Swift strokes of her long
fingers traced over and around mounds of flesh stirring Sam’s body to life as
Brooke’s weight rested on her.
The fire within her was taking a new course and Sam was the target.
seconds of butterfly kisses being traced down her neck, Sam could feel the
tingles of arousal settle into her core and the shifting of hands caused her
body to register its awakening feelings below her waist.
see how you like it,” Brooke whispered into her wife’s ear as she shifted
her legs to clear the way for some serious lovemaking.
Sam’s urgent plea came at the time that Brooke’s fingers slipped through her
pubic hair and slid into her folds.
“I can’t give you three seconds,” Sam struggled to get up, her
bladder screaming for relief.
Why not?” Brooke shook her dark hair, letting it cascade down over
Sam’s silky breasts in a teasing motion.
Sam squirmed even more.
Brooke purred as she leaned into Sam face and kissed her ear.
me up. I’ve got to go.”
I’m being serious,” Sam said through clenched teeth. “If I don’t get to the bathroom now…there will be more
wetness in this bed than you’d care to have been responsible for.”
sorry.” The apologetic woman said rolling off to the side.
Sam slipped out from under the covers and sprinted for the bathroom.
go of a long sigh, Brooke started to stretch in anticipation of her lover’s
Brooke…” Sam called out from the bathroom.
“Why don’t you take your temperature while I’m in here for a few
minutes and I can start that graph when I come out.”
Sam paused for a moment before adding, “Then we can play.”
Brooke shrugged indifferently and reached for the thermometer that they’d just
purchased the evening before. Hmmm…doesn’t
look any different than the one I’ve got in my medicine cabinet.
She took it from the box and shook it with a sharp snap of her wrist then
placed it under her tongue.
Brooke pulled the thermometer out of her mouth, “Should I take those
pills in the morning too?” She
waited for a second until she heard the flush of the toilet, then slid the
thermometer back under her tongue and sat there with her arms folded over her
chest. She let her eyes roam lazily
around the room until she caught sight of the blonde standing at the bathroom
door with a glass of water in her hand.
wu heard me,” Brooke mumbled out around the thermometer, its end bouncing with
every move of her tongue. She
watched the relieved look on her wife’s face turn to one of confusion.
“What? I’m twaking my
can see that,” Sam looked at her kind of funny. “Brooke, didn’t you read the instructions?
I thought Dr. Dennison told us that she needed your core temperature to
A lone dark eyebrow shot up on Brooke’s forehead.
know…like a real body temperature…”
Sam looked at Brooke’s torso, “Core…” she tried not to laugh, “I think
that means the other end…you know, where the eggs are.”
took a few seconds for the thought to register in Brooke’s mind.
Blue eyes grew bigger as she grabbed the instrument of measuring from out
of her mouth. “Oh no!
I’m not an infant and this thing,” she shook it at Sam, “is not
going up my ass,” she crossed her
arms again over her chest, “…or any other orifice there.”
She nodded her head once, hoping it would stop any further thoughts from
entering her mind.
fought to hide her amusement, “I could…call the doctor but I don’t think
her office is open at this time in the morning, Hon. Remember, it was you who
decided that 6 AM would be a good time every morning.”
The dark haired woman shook her head vigorously. “No way am I sticking this up my ass. Forget it.”
of the corner of her eye, Brooke watched as Sam slowly started walking over to
the bed. The closer she got, the
more thoughtful Sam looked as she started to sip at the water in the glass she
was carrying. “Hey, I thought
that water was for me. Dr. Dennison said that I needed to start taking
those…” Brooke’s lip twitched a little but she finally got the word out,
matter now. You won’t need
them.” Sam took a bigger mouthful
of water from the glass and swallowed it as she walked over to the rays of
daylight coming through the balcony doors.
“I mean…if you’re not going to do the temperature thing…then why
bother with the pill?”
blue eyes blinked in surprise as she stared at the back of Sam’s figure while
she stood looking out into the early morning sky. You wanted this chance
for a family. Brooke dropped
her chin to her chest in deep thought. I
said anything, didn’t I?
She took in a deep breath and closed her eyes.
You did, Brooke and now when the
time comes to doing it, you’re balking at nothing compared to what Sam’s
going to have to put up with. She
took a moment to compose herself, and then acquiesced glumly.
“Okay, I’ll do it.”
know, we could always play doctor, Brooke?”
blonde turned to face her, “I could take your temperature…several
times…” Sam winked at her wife and smiled,
“Care to give it a try?”
don’t think I’ll enjoy having my temperature taken but…” Brooke tapped
her pursed lips with the thermometer as she thought. “But I do have a thing for blondes with a craving to study
anatomy. Oh yeah, I could go for
playing doctor,” she said seductively, offering the instrument in her hand to
Sam held out the half full glass of water with a beaming smile on her face.
“I’ll trade you.” She
crossed the room until she was standing next to the bed.
“You take the pill, and I’ll take your temperature.”
Day 9 Wednesday
din from the alarm clock hardly started before a long arm reached out from under
the covers and silenced it. The
sudden movement of Brooke’s shoulder under her head awakened Sam, giving her a
jumpstart into her new daily routine. Still
half asleep, she threw the covers off, and muttered out a barely audible
greeting to her wife. “Morn…”
Sam’s word was lost into a mumble as she got out of the bed.
no kiss?” Brooke got up on one
arm and grumbled at the bare back of her wife.
Sam turned, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes with her hands.
“Oh yeah, sorry,” she yawned hiding it behind a slow moving hand as
she leaned back toward the bed. “Hey,
where are you going?” Blonde brows furrowed as she watched Brooke throw off
her covers and get out of the bed. “You’ve
got to let me get your temperature before you…” Sam turned to face her wife
as Brooke strode brazenly around the bed. She
stood speechless as steely blue eyes glared at her and a dark eyebrow rose high
on the woman’s forehead in challenge.
I’m still trying to wake…” Sam jumped at the loud noise of the slamming
door, “up, Brooke.” Sam
wasn’t ready for the sound of the door slamming as it came to rest rather
abruptly against its frame. She
heard the sound of the lock clicking in place and cringed as she stood staring
at the door in disbelief. “Now,
where in the hell did that come from?” She sighed.
Day 11 Friday
studied the artwork on her desk. Her
thoughts were hard pressed to stay on the images and ideas that she was
contemplating while choosing the cover for her project’s CD.
The group, Line of Fire, was the last thing that she wanted to be
thinking about. Her tall,
dark-haired wife filled her mind, as did the rather sour mood that had taken
over her disposition the last few days. It
seemed like nothing and no one could please her and it was beginning to worry
It’s a good
thing that she had an out-of-office meeting this morning, I don’t think I
could have taken another silent drive into work. Sam
thought about Brooke’s emotions the last few days.
I wonder when this mood will… Sam smiled thinking of Dr.
Dennison’s suggestion to be patient during this stage of the process.
Patience, great…I guess I’ve
had Hormonal Brooke living with me the last few days.
Sam let go of a breath and smiled. Yeah,
that’s it. It’s not my Brooke
at all. It’s the hormones making
her act that way. Relieved by that realization, Sam shrugged it off and
looked back to her desktop, eager to get on with her work.
in her work, Sam didn’t hear the knock at her door until the second time.
“Come on in,” she called out without taking her eyes from the
photographs in front of her, “it’s open.”
After a long moment, she looked up to see Brooke standing in the doorway
with a single red rose in her hand. “Hey,
what’s that for?”
Darlin’,” Brooke stretched her arm out and offered the rose to Sam.
“I’ve got a peace offering for you.”
She hesitantly moved inside of Sam’s office rolling the rose between
her fingers. “I’m…I’m sorry
that I’ve been a bitch lately,” she pushed the door toward its frame with
her foot and stepped further into the room.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me.
I wanted you to know that I still love you.”
She offered the rose to her wife again.
“I’m really sorry, Sam.”
thought we agreed upon no PDA’s at the office, Brooke?”
She gazed down at the rose. “This
isn’t a PDA.” Brooke looked
around the room. “There’s no
one here for it to be a public display
of my affection for you.”
Sam tapped her lips with a single finger in thought, “I guess you’ve got me
there…on a technicality.”
slow swagger of her wife’s hips as she walked across the room caught Sam’s
eye and soon she was noticing that Brooke was sporting her favorite pair of
black jeans. Lifting her gaze to
the woman’s breasts, Sam felt her heart flutter at the sight of the black silk
how I love the predator look that outfit gives her. A smile came to Sam’s
face as she got up from her chair, giving it a gentle push backward with her
legs before moving in her wife’s direction.
for the rose, Brooke.” Sam let
her eyes roam lecherously over Brooke’s attire.
“Nice outfit, Boss. Is
that part of my perks package, too?” Sam reached for the rose but bypassed it
in favor of a handful of silky material.
Brooke leaned in to Sam’s touch and kissed her wife softly on the lips.
“That depends…” She trailed a rose petal with a feather’s touch
along the outline of Sam’s cheek.
on what?” Sam giggled as she ran her hand up, brushing over an erect nipple.
Her smile turned coy as she brought her other hand to rest on Brooke’s
chest, fingering the small black buttons on the shirt.
Brooke leaned in to drop a kiss on Sam’s neck and slowly worked her way up to
her favorite place behind her wife’s ear.
Feeling Sam’s shiver run its course, Brooke whispered into her ear.
“That depends on if you plan on opening up said package.”
Drawing her head back, Brooke gave her wife a wink, accompanied by her
most seductive smile.
boy, now that’s music to my ears,” Sam said with a lilt of laughter.
“I hope this isn’t a perk that you give all your employees.”
Brooke drew out the word, then snatched the stem of the rose and held it between
her gleaming white teeth. She
watched the mirth on Sam’s face grow, as did the woman’s soft laughter.
“Why are you laughing, Sam?”
Sam’s mouth turned up into a warm smile, “no reason. I just love this side of you,” she reached up and kissed
Brooke’s cheek then kissed the other cheek, “and let’s not forget this
yeah?” Brooke ran her hand down Sam’s side and slid it over her buttocks,
“Which side would that be…”
Sam couldn’t help but say what was on her mind, “Thanks for reminding me
that you have a couple more cheeks that I could kiss.”
eyes shimmered as Brooke responded with a deep throated purr as she grabbed a
handful of Sam and caressed it, “Now, is it my sweet side that brings you
roses…” she looked at the flower. “Okay,
a rose,” Brooke’s gaze now locked onto Sam’s, “…or the insatiable side
that’s ready to strip you naked and make love to you right here?”
Sam said around a sudden intake of air as her wife started playing with the
buttons on the front of Sam’s blouse. “That…”
she looked down at the hands that were toying with unbuttoning her clothing,
“that would be ah…both sides.” She
looked up into mesmerizing eyes. “I
love all of you, Brooke.” She
barely got the name out before her lips were captured in a gentle kiss.
of me loves you too, Sam.” Brooke
took the parting of Sam’s lips as an invitation to further their nonverbal
communications. She kissed her
again, letting her tongue begin to explore the now familiar territory. “So
what do you say, Sexy…I can’t wait to get you home for the start of our
weekend together.” Brooke paused for another kiss, “Do you wanna stay in the
office for lunch and ah…uhm…” she wiggled her eyebrows seductively, “eat
Sam’s eyes glistened. “When you
put it that way, who could refuse?”
“Oh yeah!” Brooke’s
eyes twinkled with delight. “Your
office or mine?”
you do have a couch in yours,” Sam smiled coyly, “and I am hungry.”
we both have chairs….” Brooke kissed wildly down her wife’s neck, “and a
desk.” Her fingers worked briskly
to open the few buttons that were left on Sam’s blouse, as she hurriedly
looked around the office. “We all
have walls,” white teeth flashed as an idea formulated in her mind.
arms lifted Sam up in a bear hug until their lips met and the kiss began to
deepen erotically. Feeling the
smaller woman’s legs wrap around her middle, Brooke made her way to the
nearest wall until Sam’s back was against in, each one now feeling the sexual
energy and heat of the other as though it were their own.
came up for air first and muttered out her sentiments, “And way too many
clothes on for my liking.”
Baby!” Sam’s words came out in
pants as she labored to regain her breath, “We both do.” Her small fingers slipped over silky material as she fumbled
desperately to rid Brooke of anything that could keep them from melding one skin
into the other.
Sam slammed on the breaks, her back arching as it drew her away from the woman
what?” Brooke struggled to keep the blonde next to her.
got a project that I need to get done before the end of the day,” Sam’s eyes
grew bigger. “I’ve got to come
up with some ideas…”
“You’re mind will be so full of ideas after we’re done, Darlin’.” Brooke winked at her never letting Sam move more than an inch or two away from her. “I guarantee it.”
Sam’s body was crying out to her head to reconsider. “I guess you should know…” Sam leaned in, kissing her
wife gently on the lips. “I
mean…you are my mentor.”
coy smile on Sam’s face sent Brooke’s heart racing. “That I am.” Her
smile grew in intensity, “Now, let me mentor you in a few other…ways.”
Brooke’s fingers began to slowly resume their task on Sam’s clothing.
ready to learn,” Sam said in a breathy sounding whisper as she leaned into
silky material searching for its fasteners.
nipping kisses and teasing tongues, the pair worked frantically at removing the
other’s clothing until Sam reached the ultimate goal. She could feel the racing heart of her lover as her hands
lavished in fleshy mounds and with each grazing touch of an erect nipple sent
her own intensifying libido even higher. Soon
the sound of their blood racing through their bodies with anticipation pounded
in their ears and the moaning of their lover urged them on.
think I’m…” Sam whispered, “Oh god, I can feel that rhythm beating all
the way into my mind, Brooke. Don’t
was the only thing Brooke could utter as she rocked her pelvis with the beat she
was hearing in her head as well.
can’t be…” Sam’s voice grew louder, “coming already.”
focus on Sam’s pleasure intensified as she honed in on Sam’s voice, never
dropping the beat for a second.
in his thoughts, Peter acted on the sound of Sam’s voice and reached for the
doorknob. Pushing it open with
little effort, he ventured inside. “Hey
Sam, Do you think we could…”
his name half mumbled out in Brooke’s husky tone caused the man to look up
from the paper that he was studying. “Oops!”
Peter’s eyes grew bigger as he locked onto his friends and co-workers
engaged in a rather passionate endeavor and he quickly reversed his steps. “Oh
Jesus… he muttered out as his hand trailed the door closed, giving them their
privacy back. “Sorry,” he
offered meekly as he stood in front of the door.
Thrown for a loop, the man leaned up against the doorframe and tried to
keep from hyperventilating.
Ida called out from down the hall, “Are you alright?”
Peter mumbled out, “girl on girl action and I can’t even enjoy it knowing
who it is.” He looked down the
hall to the woman headed his way. “Great…”
he snarled out while trying to regain his composure as he rolled his eyes.
you look like you’ve seen a ghost. You’re
all pale and…” Ida eyed the man suspiciously as only a mother could, “Out
of breath. Are you feeling poorly,
Dear?” She reached out and placed
her hand against his forehead. “Well,
you don’t have a fever.”
fine…a little hot,” he sucked in a breath and looked away from Ida’s gaze
as he loosened his collar. “I’m
fine. Nothing to worry about at
on Peter, let me get you a glass of water.
You’re breathing is erratic and I’m getting a little worried about
you.” She took his hand,
“Let’s get you a seat.” Ida
guided him down the hall toward her office.
“Sit, Peter,” she directed him with a stern gaze.
Waiting until he complied, she then crossed the room to her credenza and
poured a glass of water from the waiting bottle.
She carried it back to him and placed it into his hands wrapping hers
around his to make sure that it wouldn’t drop.
“Take a drink and tell me what’s got you so upset.”
shaken man did as he was told. “Thanks,
Ida.” He looked to her then
quickly shifted his gaze. “I just
saw…” he stopped and shook the image from his head.
Ida leaned closer to him, “What did you see, Dear?”
Peter leveled his gaze and looked her in the eye. “Ida…” his words came out cautiously, “you’re a
eyes grew big as she leaned back, allowing her matronly figure to be seen.
“The last time I checked,” Ida looked down to her breasts and
chuckled at his question.
you have a twitch going on, Peter?” Ida teased him mercilessly.
“What the hell does that,” she mimicked his action from before,
“mean? What way are you referring
to?” She sighed disgustedly.
“It would help if you told me just who you’re referring to, Peter.
I can’t read your mind.”
Boss, Ida.” Peter looked at her.
“Haven’t you noticed that she’s…” he hedged on what to say,
“different lately?” The
man paused for a few seconds, still seeing confusion written all over Ida’s
face. “You know…since they’ve
been trying to get…” the words sounded in his ears and he immediately
slapped his hand over his mouth to stop any further airing of his thoughts.
what, Peter?” Ida glared at him
knowing full well that something was up by the look on his face.
it. You didn’t hear that.”
Peter rose from his seat, “I never said it.”
He let his eyes roam absently around the room, shifting his body with
every new thought in his head. “God,
this is going to drive me crazy.” He
shook his head vigorously, “Her hormones and me having to keep a
secret…it’s not going to work.”
on hormones?” Ida laid out her hand flat on his chest, stopping him from
leaving her area.
Brooke…” he sputtered out as he was pushed back down into his seat.
“Damn it, I’m not sure which one now.
They’re both acting like crazed rabbits if you know what I mean.”
Peter Butler,” Ida’s stern voice now matched her face, “I want to know
what you’re babbling about. Now,
back up and start from the beginning.”
eyes avoided hers like they carried the plague.
beginning…mine, theirs, or the ba…?”
Brown eyes magnified as the word registered in his head.
“Oh Shit!” Peter jumped
up, “Nothing…nobody’s…it was just all a bad dream that I had.”
He shifted his eyes nervously, “I got to keep from falling asleep at
work.” His eyes met with Ida’s,
“Forget I said that…” He tried to take a step around the woman.
“She’ll kill me if I let it out,” he muttered weakly under his
she caught his arm and swiveled him around to face her again, “either you tell
me or I’ll go over there,” she pointed to Sam’s office up the hall from
hers, “and ask them for myself.”
no you don’t,” Peter continued to shake his head, “you’re not getting it
out of me. I’m not going to be
the one to let it slip.
it your way.” Ida turned and
walked briskly into the hall, her steps beating out the rhythm as she marched
her way to Sam’s door.
out of the office, Peter stopped dead only a few feet from Sam’s door as the
muffled utterances from behind the closed door caused a shiver to run down his
spine. He froze as he watched
Ida’s hand grip the doorknob. He
wasn’t ready for another replay of
what he had already witnessed or even worse.
Pushing himself harder than he’d ever done before, Peter lunged out and
grabbed Ida’s hand before she could release the latch.
“Stop that,” he whispered hurriedly.
“Do you want to get us both killed?”
He locked the woman in his gaze and silently pleaded his case until he
wasn’t sure which way she would go. Then,
he did the only thing he could do, he folded.
“Alright, I’ll tell you,” Peter looked quickly up and down the hall
to assure that they we alone, “but no one else.”
He studied her for a second then asked, “You can
keep a secret, can’t you?”
"Care to ask the Boss? She seems to think so, otherwise I wouldn’t be the only one beside her with access to the vault, now would I?”
Peter blinked in surprise. “I
never knew…” He blew out a sigh of relief.
“Okay, but you promise, right?”
smile broadened on Ida’s face as she leaned in to hear his secret.
Day 16 Wednesday
don’t like it, Sam.” Brooke
jerked open the passenger door of her truck and waited for her wife to climb in.
“She’s always watching me. She
thinks I don’t see it, but I do.”
Brooke? Who is watching you?”
Sam turned to face her wife and looked her in the eyes.
who else?” The woman’s eyes
bugged out when Sam broke up in laughter. “What’s
so funny? I tell you that something
is going on and your reply is laughter?”
Ida is your friend. She’s your
oldest…er…longest working employee you have at Brownstone.”
Sam cocked her head to a side, “Come to think of it Brooke, the
woman’s almost like a second mother to you.
Why wouldn’t she be watching you?”
Sam smirked as she got into her seat, “Hell, I’m your wife and I love
but when you’re checking me out…I like it.”
Are you telling me that you think Ida is checking you out?” Sam’s
saw the concern on her wife’s face. “Well…maybe
not checking me out…checking me out,” she offered.
“It’s more like she’s…” Brooke shrugged, “checking me out.
stared back in utter confusion. “HUH?”
Brooke stepped forward and turned to look into the passenger door side mirror.
She leaned back, then forward as she tried to focus.
In a hurried movement she tossed her keys into Sam’s lap, “Turn the
car on. Hurry!”
desperation in Brooke’s eyes was enough to motivate Sam’s actions.
A few seconds later the engine of the truck could be heard and Brooke was
vigorously tapping her finger on the control button for the side window.
Sam watched curiously as Brooke’s face came closer to the mirror.
dark circles,” Brooke mumbled out as she looked from one eye to the other.
Her chin suddenly became her focus in the mirror as she turned her head
from side to side. “That’s a relief…” she sighed, “no zits.”
The tall woman stood upright again from the hunched over position, her
eyes still glued to the reflective surface as her body image changed in it.
The sound of her name being called startled her.
I putting on the pounds?” Brooke ran her hand over her lower jean covered
abdomen. “Could those pills be
making me retain water and get that bloated look?”
dropped her gaze to the tight form-fitting jeans and checked out her wife’s
concern. “No…” Sam wet her
lips with her tongue, “nothing there but some fine looking…”
it,” Brooke slammed the door. “We’re
stopping for yogurt and fruit on the way home.”
Sam said, puzzled at Brooke’s mood swing.
She absolutely hates yogurt.
Green eyes studied Brooke as she ran around the truck and settled into
her driver’s seat before speaking. “Hon,
I don’t think you’re fat.” Sam
helplessly watched as a pair of eyes riveted in her direction.
now that I’m married to you, you want me to look f-f-f-fa….” Brooke
stuttered with the word. “Frumpy?”
A dark eyebrow arched high on her brow, cautioning Sam to think twice
didn’t say that…I said…” Sam started to laugh as her own little version
of Hormonal Brooke danced across her mind.
so it’s funny, is it?” Brooke
turned her attention to the gearshift and slammed it into drive.
“We’ll see how funny it is when you’re sleeping alone tonight.”
closed her mouth without saying another word, mindful that trying to do anything
more would only worsen the situation.
that night Brooke watched silently as Sam gathered her pillow and nightshirt up
in her arm and headed out of their bedroom.
“Hey, where are you going?”
"To sleep," Sam calmly threw the gathered items over her shoulder as she neared the door, slowing only slightly as she reached out for the doorknob.
I thought this was where you slept
now.” Brooke patted the empty
space next to her.
a side ways glance, Sam noted the extended lower lip of her mate.
Shifting hormones already, eh
Lover? “You told me on our
way home that I was sleeping alone tonight.
I’m just carrying out your wishes.
thought you loved me,” Brooke muttered out in a tiny voice.
“Why don’t you want to sleep with me…” she smoothed out the
covers on the king-sized bed, “like we always do?”
turned to see her lover’s pitiful face. Jeez,
I better stop this before her mood swings in another direction altogether. “So let me get this straight…”
no Darlin’, we can never get it straight.”
Brooke’s sheepish grin nearly melted Sam’s heart.
let me rephrase that,” She turned to face her wife, stopping short of running
over and jumping into the bed with her. You
knew it would work…calm down and let it play out.
Brooke looked on eagerly.
want me to sleep with you now,” Sam stated as a matter of fact.
“You don’t want me sleeping alone tonight…somewhere else in the
house, right?” Seeing the broad
smile and nodding head of her wife, Sam moved back over toward the bed.
get undressed and get into bed so I can have my way with you,” Brooke wiggled
her eyebrows playfully as she watched the smile grow bigger on Sam’s face.
“Why are you wasting time with the buttons Sam?
Just pull the shirt over your head and get into bed with me.
Can’t you see I need you now?”
this is a pleasant change,” Sam chuckled as she tossed her pillow onto the
bed. Without a second thought, she
did her wife’s bidding and then threw the blouse over her shoulder to fall
haphazardly on the floor. “I love
it when you’re so spontaneous.” Sam
seductively lowered her bra straps from her shoulders and proceeded to undo the
clasp behind her back. “I’m
glad that you don’t think you’re fat any more.”
her bra floated to the floor, Sam looked up into dumbfounded blue eyes.
“What?” Sam jiggled her
breasts as she slowly started to undo her jeans.
words had struck her at an odd angle and suddenly any thought of lying next to
Sam tonight, let alone sharing intimacies, was forgotten.
“Out!” Brooke’s face
turned red with anger.
Sam felt more confused than ever. “But
I thought we were going to make love.”
Brooke grabbed the pillow on top of the covers and sent it flying in
Sam’s direction. “You think
I’m fat…well, go hug a pillow all night and see how much fun that can be.”
caught the pillow as it landed against her midsection.
In her mind she started reeling as thousands of images of Hormonal Brooke
danced around her head.
Mario,” Sam called out to the dog lying by the bedroom door.
“Your mommy’s not home tonight so if you won’t tell, neither will
I.” She patted Brooke’s side of
the bed and waited for the dog to respond.
Seeing the hesitancy of the animal, Sam commiserated with the pet, “I
miss her too, boy. You know that she wouldn’t leave us unless it was something
that she had to do.”
dog looked longingly at the big empty side of the bed and whimpered.
know…she’s been a bear at times these last few days but it’s not her,
it’s the hormones she’s taking.” Seeing
the curious look at the sound of the word, Sam giggled and continued on.
“Honest, she’s only doing it to get us the egg we need to have it
grow into a baby. Hey, that means
you get a new playmate to keep you busy. Wouldn’t
you want a new life form running around trying to pull your tail and chew on
dog’s tail suddenly stilled its casual wagging motion.
Mario put his head down on the floor and pawed his ear, eventually
rubbing the side of his head into the carpet.
guess you still remember Julie,” Sam teased.
“I won’t let that happen again to you, boy.” She watched as the dog
got up and trotted over to her side of the bed.
Hope-filled eyes accompanied the single paw placed on the mattress next
to her. “You’ll still be my
number one boy around here even when the baby comes,” Sam leaned down and let
the dog lick her cheek. “Yeah,
well, I guess that will have to be my goodnight kiss until your mommy gets
patted Mario’s head and looked over to the clock on the nightstand.
“Hmm…it’s ten and I thought she’d at least give me a call to say
good night before this. Guess
she’s just lost in her work as usual.” She grabbed her book off her lap and scooted over in bed.
“Up, Mario,” Sam patted the place that she’d just vacated, then
turned to her side and braced her hand under her head, the book now positioned
next to her on the bed as she searched for the place where she had finished
once or twice when thoughts of Brooke entered her head, Sam slowly made her way
through the words on the stark white pages of her book until the sound of the
phone ringing startled her. Both
she and the dog shifted rather quickly as she lunged for the receiver.
“Hello,” came Sam’s anxious greeting.
Brooke’s voice floated across the airwaves.
“Tell me exactly why I came to this podunk of a town again?”
blonde stared into the phone. You
called all this way just to ask me something that I didn’t know anything about
until two days ago? “Gee,
Hon, I thought it was to watch the local talent in that Battle of the Bands
Sam could hear the smirk on the opposite end of the phone. “You could
have fooled me. They had some of
the sorriest groups tonight that I’ve ever heard.”
roll up the damn sidewalks around this town at nine o’clock.
The hotel I’m staying at doesn’t have room service and the only place
to deliver food is a local pizza shop.”
Sam’s face took on a pained expression, “that bites. That’s not a good food for you right now.”
aren’ t kidding. Just what I
need, to be stuck in a one drugstore town and have them be out of Milk of
Magnesia. I can’t even think of
getting constipated here.” Sam
winced at the disgusted sigh of her lover.
“And that’s not the half of it.”
found a can of Hershey’s Syrup in my suitcase and I don’t have anyone to use
it on.” Brooke’s mumbling
carried across the miles. “Remind
me to start sending Peter out on these talent searches the next time I get the
notion to go to one.”
smile came to Sam’s face when she realized that she was being missed.
“You’ll be home in a couple of days, Brooke.”
and it won’t be soon enough, Darlin’. I’m
missing you more than I care to admit. I don’t ever want to be away from you for longer than a day
for the rest of our lives.”
think about the bright spot in all of this…” Sam paused at the thought,
“we’ll be together and craving the hell out of each other the minute we set
our eyes on one another.” The
long span of silence on the other end told her that her lover was contemplating
an idea of what it would be like. The
soft sounding purr that she heard didn’t help matters either as her body began
to respond to it.
the gulp was obvious on the other end of the phone. “I love you.”
love you, too” Sam took in a breath and stilled her racing heart.
long pause of silence was heard before Sam slowly pulled the receiver away from
her ear and touched the button ending their connection.
Along with the phone, she put the book to rest on the nightstand and
turned out the light.
Mario,” Sam whispered and snuggled down in the bed with the scent of her lover
wafting off the pillow as the tall dark-haired woman’s image danced in her
Day 25 Friday
Brooke tossed her keys on the decorative table by the door and sat the suitcase
down. “Sam, Darlin’, I’m
home,” she sang out as she shrugged out of her jacket and started moving
through the house. “Sam?” Brooke turned the corner of the hall and peered into the
empty living room. “Hmm…” she
turned her attention down the length of the hall and headed toward the kitchen.
“Oh Sam…” Brooke yelled out teasingly, “I’m home.”
She looked into the kitchen and her eyes lit up.
“Hey Baby, your lover’s home.”
you’re early.” Sam turned to
greet her wife with a pot lid in one hand and a spoon in the other.
“I was hoping you’d get home before dinner.
How was the trip?” Sam
studied Brooke as she gave a little shrug and crossed the kitchen toward her
of the groups were a bust, huh?” Sam asked as she repositioned the lid on the
pot and put the spoon down on the stovetop.
Brooke reached out, pulling Sam into her arms and kissed her.
“They were terrible but…”
I knew it,” Sam stopped her forward motion, “So, what now?”
took Sam’s hand, urging the woman to follow her as she turned and started for
the hall. “So now,” she turned
to face Sam, “you give your wife another kiss hello and tell her how much you
to resist her wife’s request, Sam complied as she wrapped her arms around the
tall woman’s neck and melded into her body.
When the kiss was over, Sam could feel herself being swept up into strong
arms. Before she could say a word,
she was being cradled very lovingly to the woman’s chest and carried from the
room. “Hmm…I love being swept
off my feet by tall, dark and gorgeous women.”
a radiant smile, Brooke headed for stairs.
“You bet, Darlin’.” She
continued her lip assault by covering Sam’s neck with kisses.
“I have missed you so much…”
going to have to send you on business trips more often if you always come home
like this,” Sam teased.
what way is that, Darlin’?”
as hell,” she replied shyly.
I’ve missed you…missed having you near me,” Brooke kissed her wife with
each new statement and phrase. “Next
to me… writhing beneath me…” dark eyebrows wiggled eliciting a giggle from
“You know something, I think I like having you on these hormones.” Sam pulled back and looked into blue eyes. “Do you think we could keep you on them all the time?”
Brooke snickered. “So…” she
looked from room to room as they made their way down the hall toward the front
of the house. “Which part of the
house haven’t we christened, yet?” A
seductive smile came to the woman’s face.
“Care for a quickie, Darlin’?”
Sam wiggled her eyebrows in response. “We
haven’t tried out the third step on the staircase yet,” she giggled.
the fourth or fifth steps either,” Brooke chuckled out as she placed her
precious cargo on the step.
our way up to the bedroom, are we?” Sam looked up to the top of the stairs and
smiled. “I like a woman with a
do I,” Brooke met her wife’s lips and kissed them lightly at first then with
more gusto as her hands started tugging and pulling at Sam’s clothing.
Fingers in search of flesh stopped at nothing to gain access to Sam’s
body, as jeans were undone and soft barriers of
silk were being breached. Both of
their breathing sounds becoming ragged with desire when something happened to
kill the mood.
was that?” Brooke’s head shot
up rather startled by a noise. She
waited a long moment before the sound came again.
the…” blue eyes flashed with alarm.
here already,” Sam muttered. “Damn,
I should have known that Daddy would make it a point to stop in.”
parents said that they may be in the area today.” Sam tugged her clothing back into place as she got out from
under her wife and headed for the door.
we…I…you and me…” Brooke stuttered out as she lay draped and disheveled
on the stairs. Pleading eyes
watched as Sam moved into the entranceway.
The next thing she heard was Sam opening the door and greeting her
look Brooke, my parents are here.”
gulped, then muttered under her breath, “And just when I was getting to
dessert.” All thoughts of
lovemaking now vanished from Brooke’s head and she started to repetitively
bang her head on the carpeted step that it was resting on.
Day 28 Monday
sat in the passenger seat of Brooke’s truck and surveyed the Gordon’s
driveway that they had just pulled into rather abruptly before speaking.
“Why are we stopping here?” She
looked over to Brooke just in time to see the woman shrug her shoulders.
we taking your mom to lunch with us?”
guess if she wants to go,” Brooke turned off the engine and reached for the
door handle. “Right now I need to
go so can we just stop with the game of twenty questions?”
winced at the Brooke’s tone. “Sorry.”
you must know,” blue eyes flashed a warning, “I think I just started my
fucking period, Sam.”
I guess that’s why you were so horny last night.” Sam shifted in her seat as she looked down at her hands in
her lap. “I read that some
so now you’re complaining that I want to be with you?”
Brooke slammed her hand against the steering wheel.
“Damn it, I can’t do anything right.”
sat there for a long moment, one slowly turning to look at the other.
Brooke met her wife’s gaze.
I’m not complaining, I’m just…”
what?” Brooke saw the compassion in her lover’s eyes.
Sam reached over to touch her wife’s hand, “You did right by me last night.
I’d never think of complaining.”
She offered Brooke a smile.
well that still doesn’t change anything now.”
Brooke shoved open her door and took off toward the house.
watched the woman storm off as she got out of the truck and made her way across
the front yard. She held her breath
when the door opened only seconds before Brooke reached for it.
Sis.” C.C. saw the tension on her sister’s face and moved out of the way as
six feet of driven Gordon came pushing past her.
“Hey, like don’t say ‘hi’ or anything.”
She took another step back with her retort, “Just run me over why
don’t you.” Staring at Brooke’s back as she moved further down the hall, she glanced
out the door to see Sam coming up the steps.
the matter with her?” C.C. threw
a glance over her shoulder just as Brooke turned to enter the powder room.
“Did she get some bad food or something?”
haven’t eaten yet,” Sam cleared her throat.
“I’d say it’s the ‘or something’.”
She stepped into the doorway and tapped her former roommate on the
shoulder, “Don’t pay her no mind, C.C.”
“Damn it,” Brooke muttered as she took the stairs two at a
time. “Nothing is ever where you
C.C. waited until Brooke was out of range before asking what was on
her mind. “What did you do to
piss her off?” The sound of the
bathroom door slamming shut prompted her to cringe.
“Forget I even asked that. I’m
getting out of here before she gets out of there. Mom…” C.C. yelled over her shoulder as she exited the
house, “I’d hide your new coffee table if I were you.”
With that said she quickened her pace as she started running down the
driveway to her truck that was parked at the curb and got in it.
Sam looked out the door as the truck’s engine sprang to life.
A second later, she could make out C.C. lowering her window and sticking
her face halfway out of it.
“It was nice knowing you, Sam.”
With that said, C.C. peeled out of the parking spot and immediately
floored the gas pedal as she hurried off down the street.
“Kids…” Sam shook her head as she turned to see her
mother-in-law heading toward her. “Hi,
Mom,” she waved and acted as nonchalant as she could.
“Hello, Sam.” Mabel
finished wiping her hand on a towel and threw it over her shoulder.
“What was Cjersti shouting about?”
Biting on her lip to muffle the laugh at the sound of C.C.’s real
name, Sam closed the Gordon’s front door.
“Nothing really, she was just warning you about…” she paused at the
shallow sound of a vanity door slamming.
Mabel asked looking up the stairway.
that would be what it was about.”
Mabel took off up the stairs.
“Brooke…are you sick? What’s
“GO AWAY,” came the shout from behind the closed door that stopped the matriarch in her tracks.
“Damn that daughter of mine is moody.” She turned and came back down the stairs.
“Sam, what’s going on? She’s
never spoken to me like that in all of her life.”
“I wouldn’t worry, Mom. It’s
just the hormones raging again.”
“Hormones?” Mabel looked puzzled, “She was never that
bad even when the cramps got to her and she used to get pretty bad cramps at
that.” She turned to look at Sam and smiled, “You know that’s
how she came to learn the drums. Our
family doctor thought that the repetitive motion would help ease the pain.”
thought about it and smiled. “I
would have never guessed.”
“It’s one of the tidbits that hardly anyone remembers but a
mother.” Mabel looked back up the
stairway, “She’s not getting those cramps again…I mean since she is not
playing the drums as much, is she?”
“Well, this is a little different. Dr. Dennison said that they would affect her mood swings
“I…we…” the sound of Brooke coughing split the air and Sam
looked up to the second floor.
“Sam,” the sternness in the voice conveyed the woman’s
concern as tears started to well up in Mabel’s eyes.
“Tell me what is going on? Brooke
is sick, isn’t she?”
Sam took her mother-in-law’s trembling hands into her own.
“Mom, I’ll tell you, but only if you can keep a secret,” the
corners of her mouth hinted in an upward motion.
Seeing the subtle nod of the Gordon matriarch, Sam began to speak,
choosing her words carefully before she started.
“Nothing’s wrong with Brooke, Mom.
She’s…” Sam sighed, “I’m…well, actually…I mean…” She
looked over to see the anticipation on the woman’s face.
“We’re trying to have a baby, that’s all.”
Startled by the revelation, Mabel couldn’t utter more than a
single word. “What?”
She blinked several times trying to register the words that she’d just
heard. “A…A baby?
But how?” She turned to
look up the stairs as another round of retching started.
“Are you telling me that my Brooke’s pregnant?”
“Not exactly,” Sam started, “but I can assure you that it
will be a Gordon baby…I mean, if that’s alright with you?”
“Then how could it be a Gordon baby if…” Mabel’s eyes
looked at Sam’s face, then slowly lowered to her torso.
Sam was amused by the astonished look that was overtaking Mabel’s
face, her eyes seemed to open wider with every second that ticked by.
“OH MY GOD!” Mabel
covered her mouth with her open hand, “Sam…are you?”
The smile on Sam’s face was apologetic but sincere, “Well, not
yet but I’ll be the one to carry our child.”
She searched the woman’s face for some sign of her understanding.
“We’re going to do an IVF procedure next month.”
“I-V-F…” Mabel repeated the letters, “What in the name of
Sam Hill is that?”
Vitro Fertilization, Mom. That’s
how we intend to get pregnant.”
“And that’s different from normal…how?” The woman’s words
were cautious and labored.
“It’s easy. We use
Brooke’s egg, a donor sperm and after we put the two of those together in a
Petri dish, I get to act as the incubator for the next nine months or so.”
Sam was relieved to see the tension ease in her mother-in-law’s face.
“With me acting as the surrogate mother and Brooke actually being the
biological mother, we figure that we both have a substantial role in the child
coming to life.”
“Okay, so if that’s the case then why is Brooke feeling the way
she is right now?”
“That’s what the raging hormones are all about.
The doctor has Brooke taking hormones to increase her egg production for
harvesting,” Sam smiled remembering the fuss that Brooke put up in the office
at the sound of being harvested.
“I never knew that could happen.
I always thought that PMS was just some man’s label to explain away a
woman’s edginess with her cycling.”
“Well, let me tell you Mom, those extra hormones have really been
affecting her moods here lately.” Sam
nodded her head, “And today…it’s a bad mood kind of day.”
“Oh yeah,” Sam leaned over toward her in-law and whispered,
“She’s on her period.”
“Oh,” Mabel whispered back as if it were some state secret.
“That usually does make her a little moody.”
“A little moody?” Sam laughed, “Those extra hormones have made her every mood under the sun and then some this month. I just hope that we only have one more month of this to go.
Both women parted at the opening of the bathroom door.
They watched as Brooke trudged down the stairs toward them.
She never said a word as she made the corner and continued out to the
kitchen, her dark hair acting as a shield to keep her face from their view.
They stood there silently until the sound of the door leading out to the
back yard was heard.
With a mother’s wisdom, Mabel looked over to Sam.
“Why don’t you go check on her, Dear?
I’m sure she’d rather see you than me.”
Sam nodded in agreement and followed in her wife’s footsteps.
She stopped at the door to let her eyes roam the back yard in search of
leaning her body against the porch railing stood the woman with her back to the
the slump of Brooke’s broad shoulders, Sam knew that her wife was crying.
Preparing herself for a virtual storm of emotions, Sam closed the
distance between them until she was standing directly behind the woman.
“I love you,” she said calmly.
She watched as Brooke allowed her chin to almost touch her chest and she
tried to turn away from the voice.
Sam repeated her words, “I love you.
I always will, Brooke.”
“I don’t deserve your love…or your understanding,” Brooke
sniffed readily with every other word as she tried staving off the tears that
threatened to over run her face.
“I know that I’ve been so moody lately.”
She paused for a moment to wipe at her eyes then gave up folding her arms
over her chest, letting the tears surface, falling where they may.
“I’m so scared, Sam.
This isn’t me…this isn’t who I am.”
“I know it’s not you, Brooke.”
Sam reached out to her wife and gently rested her hand on the woman’s
back, rubbing soothing circles as best she could.
“It’s all the hormones.”
She leaned in closer to the woman and directed her soft whisper into
Brooke’s ear, “I love you no matter what, Hon. Just trust me.
We’ll get through this.
And when we do, we’ll have a baby, Brooke.”
Sam kissed her wife’s ear and then rested her head on Brooke’s
think of it, our own child.
I think that’s pretty darn amazing, don’t you?”
“Yeah, but what if you wake up one morning tired of all my mood
swings, tired of putting up with my shit,” Brooke closed her eyes in pain.
“What if you realize that you could have done better than to marry me
and listen to all my bitching?”
“No way, Lady.”
Sam turned her wife around to gaze into her eyes.
“I’m your wife…in good times and bad.
There’s no way a little bitching is going to scare me away from the
love of my life, not after all the shit I’ve taken from my own mother.
God knows she bitches with the best of them and you’re nowhere near
Brooke’s whimper turned into a wail as she spun away from Sam’s
I’m not even good at that.”
She tried to catch her breath in between each word then started to cry
wanted our first Valentine’s Day to be filled with love and romance.
I never planned for my period to be here until after
this weekend, not before it.”
“Is that what you’re worried about, Brooke, Valentine’s Day?” Sam’s face was full of concern for her wife’s well being. She could barely see the subtle nod of Brooke’s head as the woman turned around to face her. Sam watched as between sniffs, blue eyes blinked back the tears while trembling hands wiped their predecessors streaks from her cheeks.
the word rasped out from around a shaky breath.
“Oh Baby,” Sam’s compassion was evident in her gaze.
“We’ll have all of the Valentine Days to come for the rest of our
what if you have your period.
I think romance is so much more than just being intimate physically,
it’s the little things that make it all that more memorable.”
Sam was compelled to qualm her wife’s insecurities and embraced Brooke,
pulling her closer until their foreheads touched.
Suddenly there was nowhere to look but at each other.
Brooke shifted her weight from foot to foot before leaning her head
nearly onto her shoulder and turning into a replica of a bashful teen on their
first date trying to decide to kiss the person in front of her or not.
She knew in her heart what she wanted to do, but her body was not
“Look at me, Brooke.” Sam watched as her wife buried her chin into her chest, lifting Brooke’s chin so that she could see her eyes. “I love you, all of you…every mood, every second of the day, every day for the rest of my life. I know that there will be times that we make love until the sun rises and in the same respect I know that there will be days that cuddling, and kissing each other will be the most that we can do. ” She paused for a second to see if her words were making any progress, then took in a breath and continued. “But, you know what, Brooke…either way, I figure that I’m still a winner just having you in my life…having you as my family.” Sam stared into apprehensive blue eyes, “Face it, Lover, you’re stuck with me…forever.
The words shot straight to Brooke’s heart and slowly her gaze
lifted to settle on Sam’s determined face.
“I’m sorry…so sorry, Darlin’.”
The sight of Sam’s up turned mouth bolstered her ego.
“I love you, Sam and I just want you to know that from now on…”
Brooke drew her hand up and wiped her eyes, “I’ll try harder not to be so
moody.” Blue eyes stared into
green as she pledged with her heart, “I promise.”
Sam could feel the relief rolling over her body as a single tear
streaked down her face. She reached
up and placed a kiss on Brooke’s cheek. “And
so will I. You know, I get a turn
at this too.”
Song Lyrics from this week's installment by Steve Brown.
See You Soon!!!!