Three Weeks Later

Carmen pulled her sunglasses off of her head, and set them down on a counter top in the kitchen.  It was late afternoon, and she was just coming home from her Vanity Fair photoshoot.  The interview had taken place a week and a half ago at the studio.  The interviewer was a little aggressive for Carmens taste, pressing about her personal life and continued to ask questions about Shane after Carmen had told him she wouldnt answer them.  Shaking the thought from her mind, Carmen went in search of Shane, who had arrived the night before after four days in New York.  After dropping her suitcase in the closet, and stripping, Shane simply got into bed, wrapped her arms around Carmen, kissed her head, and before Carmen could say anything, was asleep. 

Now, Shane was in the living slouched down in a chair.  Barefoot and wearing track pants and a raggedy Polo, Shane was again asleep.  Carmen worried about the amount of wear and tear travelling back and forth from New York was putting on Shanes body.  Shane worked herself to the bone and then hopped on a plane to spend what time she could with Carmen.  Baby, go to bed. Carmen said, placing a kiss on Shanes cheek as she slid her hand over the cotton covering Shanes chest.

Hmm. Shane said, sitting up straight and looking around.  Looking behind her, Shanes eyes focused in on Carmen.  No, Im fine.  I must have just fallen asleep reading. Shane said before picking the magazine she had been reading off of the floor as Carmen moved around to stand in front of her. 

Baby, just go to bed.  You look so tired. Carmen said, looking at the bags under Shanes eyes and how her cheekbones appeared to be more pronounced.  Shanes only response was to pull Carmen closer to her and lay her head against Carmens stomach.  Carmen ran her fingers through Shanes hair, and after a few moments, Shane pulled Carmen down into her lap.  Are you hungry? Carmen asked as Shane rested her head on her chest.

Just lay here with me. Shane said, pulling Carmen even closer.

After a short nap, they relocated to their bedroom.  They had barely spoken to each other over the day Shane had been home, much less made love.  Shane was still sleeping when Carmen got out of bed to fix dinner.  Around 8:30, Shane walked into the kitchen, looking much better than she had 3 hours previous.  You didnt need to make anything. Shane said, stepping behind Carmen, hands resting on Carmens hips, pulling her back against her.