" I don’t do one night stands," Alice felt the need to voice her concern, this was a first for her, going home with someone she hardly knew. And while the writer found Dana to be interesting a beautiful, she couldn’t sleep with her and walk away that’s not the way the blonde operated. Dana looked her in the eye, with a new respect for her, she smiled and pulled her into a passionate kiss.

"Then I’m glad we agree."

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Dana woke up to her cell phone blaring in her ears, Alice still curled in the crook of her neck, legs spread across her. The agent shook the sleep from her head and answered,

"Fairbanks…ok how long ago and where? Ok, no don’t touch anything I will be there in ten minutes…I don’t care about the fucking coroner you tell him not to touch anything." Dana sat up slowly kissing Alice on the forehead to wake her,

"Alice…Alice wake up babe," The writer slowly rose, her hair sticking out from all ends and causing Dana to chuckle. Alice turned to look at the clock sitting on the dresser,

"5:00 a.m. what’s wrong Dana?" The agent shook her head and ran her fingers through, Alice’s disheveled hair.

"Nothings wrong, I just got called in to go to work…" Alice nodded pulling off the covers, making a move to leave. Dana grabbed the blanket and pulled it back over the journalist pulling her close,

"I’m not saying you need to leave, I’m just saying I have to. I’ll be back in a couple of hours, and I don’t want you going anywhere. I’m going to leave my cell phone number on the table in kitchen and I want you to call me when you wake up. Everything you need is in the fridge, feel free to eat or cook anything you want…you’re not thinking of running off are you?" Dana smiled as she looked into Alice’s eyes hoping she could extend the wonderful floating feeling she was experiencing for as long as possible. Alice grinned shyly looking away from Dana’s intense stare, she leaned in and pecked the agent on the lips.

"I’ll be right here.

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Bette sat up in her bed and stared at the clock as antique’s hands pointed to 4 and three, she flopped back sighing in the pillow.

"Four-thirty in the morning…shit…if I go to sleep now I can get four hours." Bette laid in her bed longer looking at the clock every few minutes that turned into hours,

‘If I go to bed now I can still get three and a half hours.’

‘If I go to bed now I can still get two and a half hours.’

‘If I go to bed now I can still get an hour.’

She didn’t get any sleep that night, she never did. The memories were to vivid and they flashed across her mind every time she closed her eyes.