Sleep wouldnt come easy to MK.  She reserved herself to just laying and watching the rain until her body could no longer function awake.  She was used to this cycle so it wasn’t much of a shock.  For  2 months now she wallowed in her pain, grief, and self pity.  She had hardly left her penthouse in that time.  She didn’t even leave for food.  It wasn’t as if she was eating anyway.  She ate only when the pain in her stomach forced her to and then she felt as if she could vomit out of disgust.  This happened every time she thought about her hands on Bette.  When she closed her eyes she saw them together.  In the bed rolling and loving.  She imagined her toughing her in that place that elicits that sound that drove her so wild.  Just thinking about that sound made MK become warm below the waste line even now.  She thought about that face she made when she was close to her release.  How she used to moan her name between gasps and how that name would now be different.             

Her pain would manifest itself in anger at these times.  Several expensive items around her apartment had been destroyed due to proximity alone.  She now went to her once makeshift gym that was now shaping up into a state of the art work out room.  Even as she walked in she saw her there.  She had helped her buy some items and she bought some items that Bette could use.  A stair climber here, an elliptical machine there.  MK didn’t dare go near those now.  It hurt to much to think about those days.  Against her will her imagination began to take her back as she did push-ups.   

Bette:  “Babe wake up.”  

 MK:  “Few more hours.”   She said sleepily and rolled back over.  

Bette:  “I want to get a work out in before work.”  

MK dragged herself out of bed.  She had becomes Bette’s unofficial personal trainer.  Bette would now never work out there by herself or anywhere else for that matter.  She had enjoyed the fact that she and MK could share this physical fitness hobby together and as much as she tried to deny it, MK did too.