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You pull her closer to you, looking down at her small frame and all the cuts laid on top of it. You kiss each and every one of those cuts and she begins to cry, though that's the last thing you want her to do. You hold her close, gently stroking her hair as he body is racked with sobs; nobody else knew what you did, and nobody else was as careful and gentle and loving with her as you were. You promised to her that you still loved her, that you didn't care about what you saw. It was true.
"Oh Cassandra, this is the dress that you absolutely must get. You look stunning!" Your mother tells you, the first she's really spoken to you in years. You didn't want her to go dress shopping with you, not for your wedding when she'd been far from a mother do you since you were just a child, but she insisted. The dress she had you try on is hideous; a mermaid style with horrible feathers. "Sebastian would love it on you!" "Bash will hate it, mother." And with that, you turned away from her and went back to the dressing room to take it off immediately.
"Shit, Cassie, you weren't kidding about that nurse's outfit..." Sebastian smirked, staring directly at her boobs as she walked towards them, mesmerized by the slight jiggle with every step. "I never lie, you should know that for future reference." She grinned as she straddled his lap, wrapping her arms around him. "Ah, I'll be sure to keep it in mind, don't you worry about." "Mm, good. And it feels like you know exactly what I wanted in exchange for wearing it for you." She smirked, playfully wiggling her hips. "Happy Birthday, Bash."
"Phoebe, you're so much more... experienced than I am..." Eve blushed, both of their shirts off, done in a fit of passionate snogging. "More experienced? Evey, I know nothing about... real sex. Sex that isn't forced and painful and horrible... We're both learning this for the first time, not to mention that I've never been with a girl before..." Phoebe blushed an even deeper shade of red than Eve, nuzzling into the crook of her neck. "Well if we're both learning together, we might as well start now..."
"Dear lord, Lia, what have you done to the nursery?" Imogen had just gotten home from work, seeing the nursery that they had just put together yesterday all moved around, the crib now against the opposite wall, and Lia looking up from her spot in the rocking chair. "It seems better this way, it makes more sense..." Smiling, shaking her head, Imogen crossed the room to her girlfriend, kissing the top of her head. "You're adorable."
The dinner was set by the time Eve got home, flowers placed at the center of the table, showing how happy Phoebe was that her girlfriend was finally, finally home from another of her long business trips. The days always seemed longer, the nights impossible, but it was these days that made up for it, the days that Eve was home and back into her arms once again.