“How do you know?” asked Shane, her lips grazing Sam’s cheek.  Shane’s mind reeling, needing to get back to normal, to build up those walls again, to stop the flood of emotions that now seemed to ram against her. 

            “Because…,” moaned Sam as Shane’s tongue teased the lobe of her ear. 

            “Why don’t you shut up, Sam…,” offered Shane.  Pulling back and staring into Sam’s eyes, seeing a playfulness there. 

            “So, I can’t use my mouth at all?” asked Sam slyly.

            “Only after I use my mouth, on you,” said Shane, pushing Sam roughly onto the couch, hovering over her.  Sam’s quick hands tugging at Shane’s jeans, rubbing Shane’s stomach with the back of her hand.

            Sam pulled up her legs, her feet pushing down Shane’s pants as her hands found Shane’s breast.  Their mouth’s mashing together in a heated kiss.  A smile appeared on Shane’s lips, panting as Sam played with her already erect nipples.  “What about…”

            “Jesse?  Headphones and he’s already sleeping to Mozart as we speak… ok, as we don’t speak…,” assured Sam.  Yanking Shane’s shirt off and Shane arched up, tugging off Sam’s cargo pants. 

            Sam was sleeping on the couch, Shane’s arms intertwined around her, trying to move so that she could make a quick exit.  They never did make it to the bedroom, instead, somewhere during the encounter, Sam had taken control.

            “Shane…,” whispered Sam, “are you awake?”

            “Yeah,” said Shane, surprised that Sam was awake after the long encounter they’d just had.

            “Good, I don’t have to wake you up then,” stated Sam a matter a factly. 

            Shane didn’t move, she realized just what Sam had said, acting as if she was about to kick her out, her, Shane, getting kicked out?  It was the other way around, she, Shane was the one who left when she wanted, not the other way around.

            Sam moved, finding her shirt and slipping it over her head, “That’s it?” asked Shane.

            “Were you expecting more?  The sun is about to come up,” said Sam, thinking the night had bled away to quickly.  Sam watched the look on Shane’s face changing constantly, as if the woman was unsure of something.

            “I mean, yeah…,” stammered Shane.

            “What were you thinking, a relationship?  Shane, you aren’t looking for one, and I’m certainly not the girl you’d be starting one with, so let’s be real here…,” began Sam, slipping her pants back on.

            “You know, you got a shit attitude, you keep putting yourself down.”

            “My attitude, isn’t your problem, your problem is you’re still in love with someone, I could see it in your eyes,” stated Sam.  Throwing Shane her pants.  “Now, ya know, you can dwell in the past, or you get on with your life, Shane.”

            “That coming from someone who still wears her wedding ring,” shot back Shane.  Sam grunted, stepping up to Shane, digging into Shane’s pocket.  Shane paled as Sam pulled out her key ring, jingling it before Shane.

            “At least I cared enough about CJ to wear it, yours is on a key ring,” stated Sam, throwing Shane’s keys at her.  “I saw it earlier when you came in,” said the tomboy.  “You fucked up, whatever you did, don’t fucking keep harping on it.

            Shane’s jaw worked, bulging with anger, then thinking that Sam was right, she was holding on to tightly to what she’d done wrong in the past.  She couldn’t make up for it, living was the only way to make amends. 

            “It was what it was, Shane, sex,” said Sam.  “I don’t expect more, and you weren’t either,” added Sam.

            “Yeah, you’re right,” said Shane.

            “If you ever need a playmate…. You know where I live,” said Sam with a chuckle.  “you can show yourself out?” she asked gently.  Shane nodded and left, but not before watching Sam walking up to her bedroom.