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New Life

By: Master_Reynardine



This is My first work...
It's based on a true story...
If you liked it and would like a 2nd chapter let me know.
Enjoy....

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They stand and face each other in front of the coal fire. They have just come back from an intimate meal out. She is dressed in her suit for work. He is dressed in a black leather. 

"Tell me your secret thoughts, lover", he asks. 

She pauses before blurting out. 

"Take control of me...."

"Take charge of me.." 

"Own me..." 

"Be a big powerful Master and hold me in your arms..." 

"Crush my body against your chest ..." her voice tapers away to silence as her confidence fails. She is shocked by the frankness of her admission. Glancing up to his face she looks for an answer but finds none. The shadows dancing across his face caused by the flickering flames of the fire, disguise his expression. The seconds pass in silence. The air crackles with tension. 

She feels terror and wants to pick up her things and run out. She feels foolish and embarrassed. She starts to mouth an apology. He cuts her off and silently and very slowly he reaches his hands out. Placing his hands on her shoulders he gently pulls her towards him. She takes a small step towards him as he gathers her body in his arms and, clasping her body against his, squeezes her harder than he has ever done before. She gasps in surprise as his big powerful muscled arms surround her. He strokes her hair protectively and hungrily pulls her closer still pushing her head to fit snugly under his chin. 

She feels her ribs being squeezed by his colossal strength. She can hardly breath. Her arms are pinned to her sides by his. Her breasts mashed flat against his large torso. Gasping for breath she panics slightly. Sensing her tense, he kisses her tenderly on her forehead, strokes her hair and holds her there. The fire crackles in her ears as she smells his leather and her head starts to spin. At this moment all movement is denied her. Minute after minute passes in silence. She is powerless. Bound by his arms yet totally secure. She feels protected like never before. An erotic calm overtakes her. She purrs a satisfied sigh of pure contentment and melts in his arms. 

Suddenly, strong fingers weave themselves through her hair, she feels him forcing her head right back. He gently lowers his head to hers. She is overwhelmed by the breathless passion and possession of that kiss, and her body reacts with matching intensity. 

"Present yourself to me" 

She extricates herself from his arms, and takes a step back. Still facing him she lowers her gaze to the floor and kneels on the rug before him. Lowering her body still further her head comes to rest flat on the ground at his feet with her bottom up in the air. Submission comes naturally to her. She has dreamed of submitting to a man all her life.. 

"Move your arms straight by your sides" 

"Turn your palms so they face up" 

She obeys automatically. This is her first instruction from him in their new life together. 

He pauses, and leans over her. His nostrils flare with satisfaction as he drinks in the sight of his pretty submissive woman. He feels like a hunter stalking his prey. His throat is dry. With his broad hands he reaches out and grasps her bottom to stroke her skirt flat over her backside. With mounting lust he reaches out to take possession his new property. She feels his hands claim a cheek each" 

"Own me..." "Take control of me...." "Take charge of me...", she moans as his hands squeeze each cheek in turn. She feels a tightness in her belly as his hands began to slide down, lower, lower past the hem of her black woolen skirt and onto the sheer nylon. His hands slide down the backs of her thighs. Next she feels his hands reverse direction, back up her legs, but on the inside this time. She feels her skirt being raised slowly and it is gathered around her slim waist. 

His broad, smooth hands massage the muscles at the top of her thighs. For minutes on end he kneads the bare flesh like a baker kneading dough before baking bread. Suddenly she realises she is too close to the fire. Her thighs feel uncomfortably hot and start to sting. Stopping suddenly, he removes his hands to reach under her waist to search for the slim belt of her skirt. Finding the tiny buckle, he undoes her belt, releases it in one smooth movement, and places it on the floor. 

He reaches down to her sides and takes hold of her palms, bringing them together behind her back. She resists and breaks free of his grasp. 

"Give me your hands" 

"I can't" 

"Don't argue. Do it now!" 

Again, he reaches down to her sides and takes hold of her palms, bringing them together behind her back and up in a reverse prayer position. Holding her palms together with his left hand, he reaches for a handful of her long blonde hair with his right hand and pulls it down her back to where her palms are. He clamps her hair between each palm, quickly makes a loop from her belt and slips this over her wrists and pulls it tight. 

In this way, not only are her palms clamped together in an uncomfortable reverse prayer position but her palms also clamp her hair between them like a vice. He pulls her hair down further between her palms. This make her arch her head up and back. Her hair is now pulling her head in hair bondage back as far is it will go. He trails the free end of her belt over her bottom and leaves it hanging down between her thighs. 

Now leans over her again. This time she feels him take her ankles in his hands. She's is wearing strappy black heels. Each shoe is secured to each ankle with a tiny black strap. Leaving both shoes on, he carefully undoes the left strap from around her left ankle, threads it under the right strap on the right ankle and re-secures it around her left ankle where it was before. Only tighter this time. In this way the ankle straps of her shoes bind her ankles together. She struggles and kicks back. Her shoes fall away from her soles and flop pointlessly, hanging in the air but the straps remain fastened. In spite of her efforts her ankles are bound. 

Reaching between her thighs for the free end of her belt he passes this down between her ankles, under, back and up. As he pulls the belt her body becomes inverted, making her bottom go down and her ankles come up behind her. He gives the free end a tug and her ankles reach her bottom. He tugs once more and now her ankles are at her waist just below her reverse prayer. Her whole body is inverted. Fastening off the slim belt her whole body is hogtied in a reverse prayer. 

"You like that, My Pet??" 

"Ah .Yessss. Lovely.." she hisses. 

She sees him remove his leather belt from his trousers and raise it in the air. 

"No" 

Realising what is about to come she tries to roll away out of range but it is too late. The belt cracks down. She fels the sharp sudden sting of his belt striking her round buttocks. 

"No. Ow. Stop. I don't like pain!" 

Quickly he drops the belt. Kneeling down in front of her he lifts her chin. 

"What do you like. My pet?" "Bondage, simple as that." 

"Remember I'm in charge of you now and there are some new rules you must learn" 

He holds her eyes steadily in his gaze. 

"One. You remain silent until spoken to" 

"Two. You address me as Master" 

"Three. You break the rules you get punished" 

"Do you understand?" 

"Yes, Master, I understand." 

"Good. From this point on I won't strike you unless you break the rules." 

"Is this acceptable?" 

"Yes, I find it acceptable." 

"What are the rules?" 

"I call you Master. I stay silent until spoken to. I get punished if I break the rules." 

"What do you like. My pet." 

"I like bondage Master." she replies, her chest heaving with excitement.

New Life



It had been ages since the last time I gone out. I was never one to go places that include alcohol, loud music and sweaty bodies. Work, the online games, those were my life. Friends knew it would be difficult to get me to leave the house. No one could blame me really. You get with a small town and people you want to see but dare not seek them out.

Tonight was different. I said yes. Everyone knew they had to jump on the chance and I even got my hair cut. Here I stand, in front of the bathroom mirror, wondering if my hair is too short, if my shirt matches my pants and wiether or not should I wear my boots. I have butterflies in my stomach and can't shake the thought of you.

I time my boots and grab my wallet. I through $50 on the shelf, I grab my cell and place my pre bar close order, so it will be here when I get back. I turn the light down low and head to the door. Once locked, I see Sam at the bottom of the stairs.

"Hurry up. We are going to be late."

"Piss off. I'll meet you in the car in a minute."

I take a deep breath and run down the stairs. Out to the car I slam the door and glare at Sam. She pulls away as she begins the lecture me on being late.

We arrive to the bar 5 minutes later. Cindy and Carla are waiting outside of the door. Matt and Steve are walking across the lot towards us. I look back and see you. And now I want to run.

Instead, I pull my shirt down and head for the door. Time to drink. Deffiently time to drink.

The bar is dim and smokey. The music is loud and inaudible. Girls in white tank tops dripping of sweat. Boys with no shirts at all. And a line at the counter.

I go to the far end and see Trish. Her red hair done up in pig tails. Her shirt showing too much cleavage, yet not enough at the same time. I lean over the counter and see her cut-off daisy dukes and chuckle.

"Hey Trish. Spotted Cow and a shot of anything"

She looks up and waves. I plant my feet safely onto the bar room floor and feel a hand on the small of my back. I jump and see Sam.

"Jesus Sam."

"What?" she says innocently. "I need to talk to you"

"I know. She is here. So I am starting to drink. And I will be okay"

"Here's your drinks, they're on me," Trish says as she puts down my beer and shot"

I hand her $5 and blow her a kiss. I grab the shot and down it. I grab the beer and turn to Sam.

And she's gone. I take a drink of my beer and see you. Your tight jeans and short tank leave me breathless. Your brown curls bouncy left and right as you walk to the only booth left in the bar. Then you are engulfed my people. I light a cigarette and inhale. I exhale slowly, trying to calm my pulse. It doesn't work. Never has really, not with you in the room.

I look around the bar and see Cindy. She and Clara have already made it to the dance floor and genster for me to join. I shake my head and glance across the rest to the room. My eyes find yours and I look down. I take another hit and slowly exhale as I look up. I see you walk towards me. Your heals smacking the floor. Your legs passing each other as if they were in a race. Your chest moving rhythmic with your hair. Your eyes locked with mine.

I try to look away but I am captured by them. I feel like a prisoner in your sight. My pulse quickens as you near. I feel your breath on my check as you lean down towards my ear.

"A picture lasts longer.'

With that you spin around and are gone. My pulse is bounding. I can feel my blood pressure rising. My face goes flush as I spin on my stool and order another round.

Confidence. I need more liquid courage to deal with you tonight. I always come back wanting more lately. I try hard not to lose my cool. I know I am the mouse in your game of chase. I will win. Or else die trying. 

I turn around and see you again. Alone in your booth. I stand up and begin to walk. I seem to be auto-pilotlying my way towards your side. I place my beer on your table and lean in to your ear.

"A picture may last longer but an orgasm is more fun to make."

I stand as I see your chest begin to heave. I reach for my beer as you take my hand. You pull me closer. I feel your breath on my mouth. Your perfume fills my head. I place my hand on your back as I feel your hand run up the back of my leg.

"Lets go" you say.

As I stand, you let go of my hand and leave the booth. I take my final drink of the beer and follow you to the door. I follow you outside and to your car with out saying a word. You click the doors unlocked and we climb in.

As the doors slam behind us I feel your lips on my. I run my fingers through your soft hair, making you moan into my mouth. You fingers fumble to beneath my shirt. I breathe deeper as you begin to kiss down my neck as your hands rise to my chest. 

You push me farther into the set and straddle me. You pull my shirt off and smile. You kiss my stomach as you unbutton my pants. Your mouth returns to mine as your hands find my clit. 

I wrap my hands around your back and pull you closer to me. I begin to ride your hand softly as one of your fingers enters me. My hands roam up your shirt and my fingers begin to unbutton your bra. I moan softly as you pull your hand from me and take off your shirt.

I mouth towards your nipple and begin to suckle it. Your hand returns to my dripping vagina and two of your fingers enter me. I thrust slowly as I suck your breast. I raise my knee a little and you begin to ride me slowly. I bite your nipple gently and you thrust your fingers deeper into me. You moan slowly as I thrust my knee deeper into your pelvis. 

Another finger enters me and I release your breast. You thrust harder and faster as I moan and full your face towards mine. I feel my juices escape with every thrust of your fingers. My hands in your hair, I pull you to kiss me. You thrust harder and all I can do is moan. I throw my head back and you bite my neck. My pussy clenches around your hand as I organism. My hips thrust violently as you fuck me harder. I bite my lower lip and you grind harder on my knee. Your teeth pierce my skin as you moan into my neck. My knee drips of your liquids as you pull out of me. I gasp and melt into the car seat.

You sit next to me and turn the car on. I wipe the window to see outside as it rolls down a bit. You turn off the car and light a cigarette. I light one too, and turn to look at you. Your beautifully tan face is flushed and dripping of sweat. Your hair is matted and you are still topless. Our eyes meet, this time they look accomplished. And mine are locked in their sight.



New Life



My name is Ashley. I just turned 30. This is my story of my life from age 28.

I first met Steven in a gay bathhouse. I was exploring my bisexual side and had recently lost my anal virginity (painfully!) and given my first few blowjobs. I had started with giving simple hand jobs to other guys and eventually progressed in man to man experience. I soon found out that I was definitely a "bottom". Steven was in a public area within the maze with a full erection. I handled it and said to him how lovely it was but it was too big for my tight little pussy. He said, confidently, that there was only one way to find out! He and I went to a secluded area a short distance away and kissed. Delicious. I never had enjoyed kissing a man before... until him. Then, gently, with some lube, he slid his condom-covered penis into me, filling me completely but without any pain or tearing. He held me in his muscular but slender arms. We eventually had to break off while shooing away some horny onlookers. We went to a private room a bit further away. Inside we kissed again while he guided me down and sucked my uncut member. I cradled his bald stubbled head in my hands as I enjoyed his attentions. After having come earlier in the evening, and him not knowing to pull the foreskin back, I wasn't going to cum anytime so I got him to stop. We exchanged positions so I was now sucking on his thick manly cut cock. I must have been quite good because a few minutes later I was swallowing down his thick creamy load without spilling a drop of his precious baby-making fluid. Then after much tender cuddling, he entered me again from behind but for much longer. I was in heaven. It felt so snug... so right!

Afterwards, we showered together, dried each other and talked some more. He lived in a different city and was only visiting my hometown. He was single with a steady job. Upstairs, we reluctantly kissed and said goodbye after exchanging numbers and email addresses. We actually did keep in weekly email contact. No matter what I was doing, I often thought about him and the few hours we shared. We had made an intimate connection but the distance between our cities prevented any repeats or continuations.

Fast forward a couple of months. I had just lost my job. A few people had to go, and since my performance wasn't as strong as some others, I was let go too. I was devastated. It was getting harder to find decent work, I had to still pay rent, bills and eat! At least I didn't have a car to pay for as well. Public transport was good in my area of town. I thought long and hard for a few days and made my decision. I called him and told him I was planning on visiting his city in a week and could I stay a night or two? He immediately said yes, please. I booked a cheap flight for the week ahead and he said he'd meet me at the airport. With my last week, I packed all of my belongings carefully into boxes, and put them and my furniture into a long term storage facility. The rest was crammed into my suitcase and back pack. I cleaned my place top to toe and gave the real estate agent notice and my parent's address. I hated the idea of having to live with them again if my plan failed. I paid all my bills and was left with under $1000 that I had left from my severance. I took the train to the airport and crossed my fingers...

Within two hours I had touched down and landed in Steven's city. I had never been there before so I was looking forward to seeing the sights... but it was Steven who I wanted so desperately to see. He was at the airport gate. Being discreet he greeted me like a long lost brother with a jovial back slap. We could wait to greet each other properly! We found his car and drove to his small apartment. It was smallish but with a bit of rearrangement of his stuff, it could become more spacious. As soon as the door was closed we literally flew into each other's arms and French kissed for what seemed like ages. We ripped each other's clothes off and ran naked towards his queen bed. "I want you so bad" he cried. "And you're going to have me" I said, but I want to try something with you. I laid down on my back and grabbed a pillow and shoved it under my butt so it raised my hips enough, and spread my legs. He climbed between them and knew what I wanted. I wanted to be made love to missionary style, like a husband does with his wife the first time. He scooted between my thighs, lined himself up and sank slowly into my bowels as I purred contentedly. We were bareback, skin to skin, facing each other, kissing and making love. It was so much more than just sex. It lasted for over an hour as he gently slid in and out of my back passage, and holding himself deep when his penis erupted it's hot salty load of cum into my man-gina. He rolled off as we held each other. Within just one minute I had rubbed my 5 inch man-clit and had come too, but a dribble compared with his big gusher. I fell asleep too, nuzzling into his strong male body. That evening, we repeated the deed, in different positions, another two times. Thank God next day was Sunday or he would have been late for work.

On Sunday he took me out to brunch at a smart local cafe and showed me his local area. We checked out an old bookshop and an antiques shop. We held hands discreetly and even stole a quick mouth kiss. Romance was the mood that morning. We strolled back to his place and made love again in my favourite position -- as the female, missionary style. He really enjoyed this way as the intimacy was so much more. He told me he loved me and I repeated it back as we frenched while he continued his love assault inside me. Later, after I had cleaned up, I asked him if he really meant it and he said he did. I told him about my situation, and he quickly asked -- no, begged -- that I stay with him, and we'd try living together and see how it went. I was so happy I cried like a girl from happiness.

Each day he'd leave for work and come home to a clean house and a cooked meal. He'd share his day while I listened. Then we'd watch TV together, and then make love. Sometimes, we'd try other positions as well, and I'd often give him oral sex and swallow before making him hard again to have the anal penetration we loved to have. To save on washing the sheets often, as I felt his juice slowly leak out of me through the night, I bought a pair of female panty liners that ladies use for the same purpose... and their monthly period. So after making love, I'd discreetly pull on my pair of ladies panties and enjoy not having to sleep in a wet spot in the bed. He loved the idea that his "girlfriend" wore panties and from that day forward he always gently sucked on my nipples during love play.

As the weeks went by, and because my money was now dried up, he gave me a weekly personal and housekeeping allowance and paid my small storage fees and mobile phone bill, too. I was a "kept woman!" I met his close friends and family, and they all approved some because they could see how happy he was. I made some friends with our neighbours who knew we were a couple but never judged us. Often I'd have coffee each day with our other single lesbian neighbour Stacy. We were like two girls together with our conversation. We traded confidences, and I told her I wear panties at night. She said, detecting something that I was not even aware myself, that why don't you try wearing them all the time. So I bought a few new pairs and did just that. I became hooked. They were more comfy than the boxers!

Stacy also encouraged me to get my facial hair electrolysed so I wouldn't grow whiskers again. She encouraged me to get a full Brazilian, eyebrow shaping, grow my hair long with an androgynous style that really suited me. She was turning me into a woman, and Steve loved it too as the changes were slow but steady. I started becoming Ashleigh from Ashley. Stacy's next step in my feminization was for me to start taking birth control pills that she got for me. She said to try a month and see how you feel. So I tried and actually enjoyed the hormone surges. My body became more sensitive and more shapely. I'd lost excess weight I had carried by my daily walks and although I became fitter, I didn't get unsightly man muscles. My hips widened a little. My voice became softer. And I came nearly every time my darling Steve sucked my budding breasts! Because the changes were so gradual over many months, Steve and I didn't become unattractive to each other, nor did he freak out. Despite being gay, we could walk closely and I'd be mistaken for his girlfriend. I was his girl, but I was anatomically male.

Within six months, my hair was long, I unconsciously swayed my hips when walking, and had B cup breasts which required a bra. Steve loved undressing me wearing panties and bra. Stacy even bought me a dress, skirt and blouse and the three of us went out. I was mistaken for a girl when wearing makeup. Steve loved to tell me in bed how much he loved my oversize clit and pussy. I often moaned and begged my lover to fuck me harder and sperm my cunt... which he did. On our one year anniversary, he got down on bended knee and proposed. I accepted. I looked into states and cities that permit gay marriage. I even stealthily looked for hospitals that do gender reassignment. I was now almost woman, except for my dick and balls. Steve loved to take me out publicly because I looked like a woman. It was marvellous to hold hands without needing to be discreet. And when I went out with Steve and Stacy, Stacy loved popping into the girl's loo with me nervously in tow. Steve loved the way I'd changed. He was fed regularly, had a hot girlfriend, was fucked silly anytime he wanted it, and lived in an immaculately kept flat with all the typical female touches that our hetero neighbours had in theirs. Life was good...



New Life



My heartfelt gratitude and thanks to Tall Poppy for helping me with the editing of this story. Hope you guys enjoy. 

*****

Rachel stood outside the door of the apartment. Her right hand moved up and down the side of her jeans, wiping off the wetness on her palm. Coming here... making the decision to be with her would end up hurting another. 'But it's how I feel... What I want!' She thought to herself. Taking a deep breath and exhaling loudly, Rachel lifted her hand, unlocking the door to enter. A door that slowly opened to her new life....

*****

A year ago...

'Head hurts.... What are those noises?' Rachel's head felt like someone had poked a hot iron into her skull, making it hurt to open her eyes. She could hear sounds like a machine humming and a beeping noise that was close to her side. She tried to move her arm but the searing pain brought on by her movement made her gasp out loud. 

"Oh my God! She's awake! Call the Doctor!" A female voice said loudly. Then she felt a hand brushing back her hair tenderly. "Rachel? Can you hear me? Can you open your eyes?" The same voice asked her. 

As she slowly opened her eyes, Rachel saw an Asian woman in her 60's standing beside her bed. "Oh thank God! Taylor! She's awake! She's awake!" The woman started to cry. "We thought we'd lost you!" 

Rachel tried to say something to console the woman, but had difficulty finding her voice. As she cleared her throat, she saw another woman hesitantly approach the bed from the same side. This one was younger, probably in her mid 30's with brown curly hair, round brown eyes, and creamy white skin. 

Clearing her throat again, Rachel tried to speak. "Who are you?" She asked both women who looked shocked at her question. "You called me Rachel. Is that my name? What happened to me?" She asked the older woman. 

Before either woman could respond, the Doctor came in with a nurse in tow. "Well now! I see our patient has finally decided to join us! You gave your mom and your partner quite a scare there." He said, smiling at the women then asking Rachel: "How are you feeling?" 

"Ummm... I don't remember anything. Who am I? Why am I here? Who are they?" She answered. "I'm sorry." She apologized as she saw the two women wince at her not being able to recognize them.

"Ok let me see if I can fill in the blanks: you are Rachel Reyes. You are here because you were a victim of an attempted robbery of a grocery store across the street from where you live. You were shot, but luckily for you, the bullet grazed your head -- the furrow was pretty deep, but no actual brain tissue was injured by the bullet. However, due to the impact, you had massive swelling in your brain. Initially, we could not be certain if there was a bleed in your brain, so for your own safety we induced a coma as you weren't responding to the usual meds. You have been in a coma for just over a month. It seems you have amnesia and we won't know if it is temporary or permanent until we complete a battery of tests." The doctor responded in a kind voice. "Also because of the coma, you will most definitely need physical therapy before you walk again as your muscles have atrophied. However, with therapy and your determination we will have you mobile in no time. As for these two beautiful ladies, this is your Mom, Agnes and this is your partner, Taylor. Now that the introductions have been done, I will leave you ladies alone so you can talk." With that, the doctor left the room.

Rachel looked at the two ladies again. Her mom was on the left side of the bed. "So... you're my mom?" Rachel asked and her mom nodded. "I'm so sorry I don't remember you." Agnes just tenderly brushed back the hair from Rachel's face and said with a quivering voice: "It's alright. The important thing is that you are back with us and we will have you better in no time." 

Looking at Taylor beside her mom, she asked "So...you're my partner? How long have we been together?" 

The other woman looked like she was in pain when the question was asked. Clearing her throat, Taylor responded: "Ummm... Close to ten years." Her eyes teared up as she said this.

"Hey...are you ok?" Rachel asked worriedly, seeing the expression on Taylor's face. 

Agnes looked from her daughter to Taylor, smiled and grabbed hold of each of their hands, bringing them together. The moment her hand touched that of Taylor's, Rachel felt an electric current go up her arm and flood through her body. "She's OK. Aren't you, Taylor?" Agnes said, looking at Taylor and giving her a wink. "She was just really worried about you, dear." She let go of both their hands, leaving them still linked together.

Rachel, loving the feel of the skin on skin contact with Taylor, continued to hold on. She slowly started to rub her thumb across the skin of her partner, feeling her shiver just a bit. "I'm so sorry I worried you."

Taylor half-smiled, her body reacting to the touch of Rachel. 'God! It has really been a while since we've had any type of contact like this! I never thought I could actually miss such a simple touch.' She thought to herself. Realizing that she had yet to respond to Rachel's apology she squeezed her hand to reassure her. 

"It's alright...you couldn't have known what was to happen. Just don't do anymore ice-cream runs late at night." Taylor replied trying to lighten the mood.

"Well, I most definitely won't be doing that considering I can't use my legs." Rachel replied with a smirk. 'It's funny that even though I don't remember these two women I feel a certain kinship to them.' She thought to herself. 

"Now don't you be saying that! You have to be positive!" Agnes inserts. "The doctor said that with a little therapy and a whole lot of determination from you we can get you mobile!"

"We? Don't you mean me?" She asked.

"No. I mean exactly what I said and I did say we. As in, you, me and Taylor. Isn't that right, Taylor?" She turned to Taylor as she asked the question.

"Yes. Yes of course. I will be bringing you over to your sessions in the morning and if I have to go in for work then Mom here could take my place." 

"Well that settles it then. We will do this!" Agnes stated emphatically, her face beaming, making her look younger than her years.

*******

A week later....

Rachel was riding beside Taylor on their way home after being discharged from the hospital. Taylor's face was serious as she manoeuvred the small red car along the busy highway. Her left hand was on the steering wheel and her right hand was on top of the stick shift. Her thumb lightly tapped on the wheel as the sound of 'Freshly Ground's -- I'd like' played softly in the background. 

Rachel, for lack of anything to do was looking at the dashboard of the vehicle. Inspecting all the dials and buttons, she was suddenly struck by the funny thought that the emergency light button looked like something you would see on an espresso-maker. 

'Either I'm that bored or I'm losing it.' She thought wryly. As she looked down to her left she saw Taylor's right hand holding on to the stick shift and began admiring the soft white skin and long fingers of her partner. It looked smooth, delicate and beautiful. She suddenly had a vision so clear in her head of two hands - brown one atop the white one with fingers intertwined as they were holding on to a stick shift. Before she could stop herself, her left hand lifted from her lap and moved on top of Taylor's hand, startling her.

"Oh!" She jumped a little as she said this.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you." Rachel quickly took her hand away.

"It's alright. I was just so concentrated on the traffic. What's wrong?" She asked but in actuality was deep in thought and so very nervous to be bringing Rachel home. 'What if she starts to wonder and ask about us? What if she starts to remember little things about how we really were as a couple?'

"Nothing's wrong. I... I just saw your hand and...ummm....wanted to touch and hold it as you drove. Stupid huh?" She said sheepishly, looking down.

"No. It's not stupid. When we drove anywhere together you would put your hand on top of mine and intertwine our fingers as I hold on to the gear shift." Rachel noticed the slight blush on Taylor's face as she said this.

"I did? I do? I just saw that vision in my head right before I placed my hand atop yours. So I do that huh?"

"Yes you do." Taylor answered, but her thoughts was saying a different thing. 'You used to do that and other things. You used to not be able to touch me... my hand... my arm... my curls... God! I really missed that! I missed you!' She wanted to say her thoughts out loud, but could not. Not now.

"So... Could I... I mean... Could I touch and hold you as you drive?" Rachel asked.

"You want to?" 

"Ummm... Yes I do... Unless it messes with your driving, then it's alright."

"No... No... It doesn't bother my driving... Please do." Taylor said with a slight pleading note in her voice. She craved Rachel's touch.

With that said, Rachel lifted her hand again and gently placed it on top of Taylor's. The moment their hands touched, they both felt the slight current of electricity that went through them. Taylor turned to look at Rachel and saw her watching their hands intently. 

"What is it?" She asked.

"Is it just me? Or does that look good to you too?"

"What does? Our hands?"

"Yes our hands...but also the colour of our hands...brown and white...together like that." Rachel whispered. Looking up, Rachel suddenly noticed the traffic flow around them.

"Taylor, the right lane is faster." 

"Yes I noticed that."

"Don't you want to change lanes and go there?"

"Not really."

"No?"

"Uh-uh."

"Why?"

"I find that I like...no...let me correct myself...I love driving leisurely with your hand on mine." Both women looked at each other and gave each other a shy smile as they drove home.

****

As Taylor opened the door to the apartment, Rachel's mouth was open in awe at what she was seeing. "Is this ours? Is this our home?" She asked while wheeling herself in. "How big is it? How many rooms are there? How do we keep it clean? How can we afford this? What the heck do we both do for a living?" She fired off so many questions while wheeling around in circles. 

"Whoa! That's a whole lot of questions there!" Taylor laughed, "Let me see if I can answer all of them." She stood up, holding on to Rachel's wheelchair from behind. "Yes it's ours. We bought it in the fourth year that we were together. It's 2,690 square feet. It has four bedrooms consisting of the master bedroom, one guest bedroom and the other two bedrooms we converted into a gym and office for both of us. We generally keep it clean with a house help that comes in everyday except weekends from 8 in the morning till 5 in the afternoon. We could afford this because we both have good, high paying jobs. You are a part owner of a successful company that does mergers and acquisitions. I'm a Senior Editor for a known publishing house and I dabble in writing now and again. In fact, I have sold 5 books in the almost ten years that we've been together. Now - have I answered all of your questions?" Taylor took a deep breath as she finished. She then saw that Rachel was just staring at her wide-eyed, with her mouth wide open. 

She approached Rachel and kneeling in front of her touched her arm gently. "Hey...hey my angel baby...are you alright?" She whispered worriedly. "I'm sorry if I gave you too much information there. I forgot that you're still trying to remember things. That all of this is like new to you."

Rachel's body shivered a bit when Taylor called her 'my angel baby.' She had a vision of two naked bodies moving together...a sheen of perspiration on both their bodies making them glisten as they aligned themselves...a voice whispering "my angel baby."

"Could you say that again?" Rachel asked the woman kneeling before her.

"What? Everything I've just said?" Taylor's fingers gently glided against Rachel's arm.

"No. When you called me 'my angel baby.' I liked that. Could you call me that again?"

"My angel baby." Taylor whispered with a teary smile on her face. "You always did love it when I call you that. Would you like to freshen up before having something to eat?" She added as she stood.

"Yes please?!" Rachel responded excitedly.

"Alright. Come on, follow me. I've had Lourdes - she's the house help - prepare the bath before she left a few minutes ago." Taylor led the way to their bedroom.

As they entered the en-suite bathroom, Taylor positioned the wheelchair close to the bath tub and checked to feel the water temperature. As she bent down to do this her curls fell to cover the side of her face and Rachel felt such a longing to reach out and tuck it behind those cute delicate ears. 

"Oh good! Just right!" Taylor turned to Rachel. "Do you want me to help you take off your clothes?"

"Ummm...OK." Rachel shyly responded. 

Taylor once again knelt in front of Rachel and slowly started to take off her clothes. She noticed that Rachel's breathing started to become ragged and she seemed to be feeling shy about her nakedness. She made herself remember that to Rachel she was to all intents and purposes virtually a stranger. She cupped and lifted Rachel's face in her hand. "Hey, I know that to you I'm a stranger seeing your nakedness for the first time. But I want you to know that for me I have known you in every sense of the word for almost ten years. You have and always will be beautiful to me." She lovingly whispered. Rachel took a calming breath and smiled. 

"Ok?" Taylor asked.

"Yes, OK." Rachel affirmed.

After hearing this, she stood up to take her clothes off leaving on her bright turquoise bra and pair of blue and red 'days of the week' underwear. Rachel just sat with a wide-eyed look at the sight before her. 

As Taylor looked down at Rachel and saw her expression, she realizes what she had done. "Oh my God! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable! It's just that with my helping you with the bath I didn't want to end up getting my clothes wet. I'll just put them back on!" Bending down, she began to gather her clothes but was halted by Rachel's hand grabbing hold of her arm.

"No please don't! I'm not uncomfortable with what you did. I was....I was just surprised at your very colourful and cute ensemble there." She said, blushing.

"Are you sure?" 

"Yes I'm sure. I hope I don't make you uncomfortable in saying that the turquoise bra and those panties really look good on your white, creamy skin." Rachel blushed more furiously.

"Oh! You are still so adorable even with amnesia you know that?" Taylor laughed as she started to help Rachel with her bath. 

As soon as she had Rachel in the tub, she knelt beside it and began to rub her body with a soapy sponge. 'God! I haven't done this in a really long time! Don't let me lose it now!' Taylor silently prayed to be able to keep it together. 

She started with Rachel's neck, going slowly down towards her shoulders...then her arms...softly stroking the top of her chest. She circled the sponge on each breast making Rachel's nipples darken and become taut. Both women started to breathe hard and as Taylor looked at Rachel's face she saw that her eyes were closed and she was biting her lip. 

"Ok now! I think you're all nice and clean in front how about bending forward a bit so I could wash your back there?" Taylor said a bit loudly, making Rachel open her eyes and do just that. As she leaned back again after having her back washed, Taylor gave her the sponge for her to wash herself. 

"I...uh...think it would be better if you were to take over from here." Taylor stammered.

"Ummm...OK." Rachel took the sponge and did so. Once done, she handed it back to Taylor and watched as the soapy water drained out the tub and she was thoroughly rinsed, dried and brought back to the wheelchair for her to be dressed in her nightclothes.

"Ready for dinner?" Taylor asked Rachel as she put on her robe.

"Yes I am!" Rachel responded with a smile as they both headed off towards the kitchen.

***

"Is it OK to ask you some questions?" Rachel asked as they were having their dinner.

"Of course. What is it?" Taylor put down her fork as she gave her attention to the woman across from her.

"What do I call you?"

"Ummm... What do you mean?"

"Well you call me 'my angel baby.' I have to assume that I have an endearment for you as well. Unless I'm one of those boring types that just calls their partner by their name? Now that's sad."

"I actually have many endearments for you and you for me. But you almost always call me 'my baybee.' Which I find totally adorable." Taylor smiled while saying this.

Closing her eyes, Rachel had a vision of her running towards Taylor, toppling her down on the bed as she called out to her excitedly 'Baybee! My beautiful, beautiful baybee!' kissing her all over her face with Taylor laughing out loud.

"Having another vision there?" Taylor asked, beginning to recognise when her partner was having one.

Opening her eyes and looking at Taylor. "Yes." She smiled.

"Care to share?" 

"It was me running towards you, toppling you down on the bed saying 'Baybee! My beautiful, beautiful baybee!' rather excitedly and I was kissing you all over your face while you were laughing out loud." Rachel shared.

Taylor's eyes started to tear and she smiled wistfully. "Yes. That was when you surprised me with this place. You came home all excited about the fact that you had signed and sealed the deal." 

"How did we meet? With our professional backgrounds it was highly unlikely that we ran in the same circles." 

"Well, it was at a dinner party that was hosted by a common friend of your business partner and a good client of mine."

"Ooh! Was it love at first sight?" Rachel asked excitedly.

"Eh? Hardly! I could definitely say it was a total embarrassment on my part!" 

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"I was with a group of people discussing the latest mergers and acquisitions of a certain young and aggressive company. I started to spout off some not so kind words regarding the matter and this small woman with long silky dark hair wearing a sexy red dress and high heeled shoes started to defend said company. When I asked her what would she know about these things she said that she was one of the owners. I just wanted to shrink and have the floor swallow me whole. I was never so embarrassed in my whole life."

"You mean that was how we met?" 

"Uh-huh! And when I excused myself to go out into the garden, said sexy small woman apparently followed me and I thought she was going to let me have it. She completely took me by surprise and asked me to have dinner with her the next day saying we needed to discuss the matter further! And we never looked back." Taylor said with a grin.

"Wow! Are you sure we're talking about me here?" 

"Oh hell, yeah! You were so sure and confident about yourself in a quiet way that it made you hella sexy! For me that is." Taylor admitted, blushing.

"Wow! I don't know what to say." Rachel shook her head as she said this.

"Well I do. Seeing how late it is and with you starting your therapy session early tomorrow morning it's time for you to go to bed." 

"Alright. I am feeling a bit bushed." Rachel admitted with a slight yawn.

***

As both women were sleeping side by side, Rachel's body began to twitch, dreaming about that horrific night she got shot. In her dream, she entered the grocery store with her head down taking out the amount of money needed for her ice-cream. As she entered, she lifted her head and saw the barrel of a gun pointed at her. Before she could even react the sound of a loud bang reverberated in her ears and she felt the searing pain on her head as she fell backwards.





New Life



"No! No! No!" Rachel yelled as she sat up from the bed, her body shaking and a sheen of sweat of developing over her skin. She buried her face in her hands, sobbing. She felt Taylor gather her in her arms and gently rock her.

"Shhh.... It's ok ... It was just a dream... It's over..." Taylor kept saying.

"I saw it! I saw what happened to me! It was so awful!" Rachel cried out.

"I'm here my angel baby. It's over. No one's going to hurt you." She whispered as she kissed the top of Rachel's head.

After a few minutes of gentle rocking, Taylor could feel Rachel's body slowly relaxing. "Want to try sleep again?" She asked her distraught partner and felt her head nod in assent. 

Taylor slowly lowered her body to the bed taking Rachel along with her. The dark-haired woman buried her face in Taylor's neck and held on to her tightly. "Please hold me? Don't let me go!" Rachel pleaded.

"Sleep now. I'll be here holding you in my arms as you sleep." She whispered, rubbing her back to soothe her. 

It wasn't long before Taylor felt Rachel's body relax in sleep. Pressing her lips to the smaller woman's forehead she closed her eyes and relished the feel of Rachel's body against hers. 'I miss this. I miss cradling my angel baby in my arms as we sleep.' It was the last thought in her mind before she fell asleep as well.

Waking up on her side, Taylor opened her eyes and saw Rachel lying beside her looking at her. "Good morning." The dark-haired girl whispered.

"Hey there. How's my angel this morning?" She asked worriedly.

"I'm better. Slept soundly with your arms around me. No nightmares." Rachel smiled as she responded.

"Oh good. I'm glad then." Taylor smiled back.

"I could get used to that you know?" 

"Get used to what?"

"Sleeping with your arms around me and my face buried in your neck breathing in your scent." 

"I would love that."

"You would?" 

"Yes I would." The alarm sounded shrilly, startling them both. "Ok that's our cue to get a move on for your invigorating session." Taylor moved off from the bed to help Rachel get up and get ready.

"Awww... Do I have to?" Rachel pouted, dreading having to face the strain and pain she knew was coming.

Putting her hands on her hips, Taylor mock-glared at her: "Yes you have to! I mean WE have to! You don't want Mom to be on our backs hounding us, do you?" Taylor asked.

"How long do I have to do this?"

"Now that would totally depend on how determined you are to walk without assistance again! Now let's get moving or we'll be late!" 

As Rachel wheeled herself to the bathroom, she stopped and turned around. 

"Taylor?" 

"Yes?"

"Thank you."

"For what, my angel?"

"For you... For being who you are... For being my baybee." With a big smile, she turned back around and headed for the bathroom. 

Taylor closing her eyes and putting her right hand on her chest where here heart is. 'God! Please let me still be that ... Be your baby when you get to remember everything.' 

***

It was close to four months before Rachel was able to walk without assistance and no longer needed therapy but her memory still drew a blank. She would have visions now and then but not enough to bring it back. Despite not having fully recovered her memory, her relationship with Taylor blossomed. It was like getting to know each other all over again. 

Although they would sleep in the same bed every night with their arms wrapped around each other they had yet to make love. It's not that they didn't want to because every time the two of them were in the same room, the sexual tension was palpable. It was as if they had a silent understanding of not wanting it to be just about sex but that it was to be something special for both of them.

Most of their time was spent with each other unless Taylor had to go to her office to meet with a client. They would go out in the mornings to walk and have brunch at one of the restaurants around their area. It was hard to imagine that before the accident, Rachel almost always had to be out dining and dancing. Now they would always stay in at night having a quiet dinner and drinking either a glass of wine or coffee in front of their fireplace before heading off to sleep.

It was in one of their window-shopping days that they passed by a pet store and there displayed in the window was a golden brown Labrador retriever. "Awww... Look at the cute puppy! C'mon! Let's go inside and check it out!' Rachel excitedly said as she entered the store, not seeing the surprised look on her partner's face.

Once inside, she headed straight for the puppy that was displayed in the window. She picked the dog up and cradled it in her arms. "Hey there little fella!" The puppy proceeded to lick every inch of her face making Rachel laugh out loud. She looked at Taylor and saw the expression on her face. "Oh! I didn't even bother to ask. You don't like dogs do you?" 

Shaking her head while trying to find her voice, Taylor said quietly: "Uh...no...I mean I love dogs and cats. But...ummm...you don't." Taylor clarified. "You said that the apartment is too small for pets to be in and that they would make a mess."

"Why didn't we get a bigger place? Or a house or a farm?" Rachel asked.

"I wanted us to buy my Aunt's farm up north three years ago. Well, it's not really a farm farm. Just a big property with a homey cabin but you said that it was too hick and too far a commute for you to go to and from work." 

Rachel's face turned serious as she digested this information. Then she smiled as she looked at Taylor then back at the puppy in her arms. "What's not to love about this cute creature? You're certainly lovable aren't you, Bossworth?" She said to the puppy.

"Ummm...Bossworth? You're naming a puppy that's not even ours?" Taylor asked her, a smile in her voice.

"Well, that's why I'm naming him...because he will be ours." 

"He will?! Are you serious?! You're not teasing me are you? What about the apartment being too small and getting messy?" Taylor didn't want to get her hopes up, but the look of longing on her face gave her away. She desperately wanted the puppy as well.

"As serious as I was with my therapy sessions." Rachel quipped then turned serious again. "C'mon! Let's do the necessary paperwork so we can have this little guy with us ASAP!" The two of them headed towards the man at the counter. 

And with very little fuss they were able to buy Bossworth and arranged to have him delivered to their place the next day. As they got out of the store, Rachel grabbed hold of Taylor's hand. Taylor looked down at their joined hands with a look of surprise and wonder. 

"What? Is something wrong?" Rachel asked seeing the expression on the taller woman's face.

Shaking her head and smiling, Taylor replied: "No..nothing's wrong...it's just that.."

"It's just what? You have a problem with public displays of affection?" 

"Oh I don't...but you do." Taylor clarified.

"But...I held your hand while you were driving. You said so yourself that I would do that all the time." 

"Yes. But it was inside the car. You don't have a problem touching me whenever it's just the two of us but the moment we are in public anywhere it's a 'no touchy' zone." 

Rachel stopped walking and faced Taylor. "You know what?" She asks.

"What?" 

Rachel lifted Taylor's hand to her lips and kissed it tenderly as she looked into her eyes. "That was the 'stoopid' me. This is the new 'dopey' me. OK?" She said with a big smile on her face.

Taylor threw her head back and laughed. "You are just so adorable you know that? Now come on and let's grab dessert and coffee!" Pulling Rachel by the hand, she led her to their favourite coffee shop.

***

A month later, as Rachel was sitting on the couch reading with Bossworth sleeping at her feet, she was told by Taylor that Shannen, her college friend and business partner, had called to say that the people at the office were throwing her a party. Rachel was very adamant about not going as she didn't remember anyone who would be there. The last thing she wanted was to be pitied - or worse, be looked at like she was a freak. Instead of voicing her fears when Taylor asked why she didn't want to go, she lashed out at Taylor saying that she was absolutely not going and walked off to go to their room.

Rachel was sitting on top of the ledge of their balcony gazing up at the stars, her thoughts in turmoil. She was feeling bad about being abrupt with Taylor, but she just couldn't face attending the party and not knowing anyone. Lost in her thoughts, she didn't see Taylor walk up to her and insert herself in between her legs as she wrapped her arms around Rachel's waist. Since Taylor was taller, this made her mound rest up against Rachel's stomach. The contact made them both shiver.

"Hey there." Taylor whispered.

"Hey." Rachel said with her head down, not able to look at Taylor.

"You OK?" 

"I'm sorry I snapped at you back there. I didn't mean to." She apologized.

"It's OK, my angel." She cupped the smaller woman's face so she could look at her. "But you haven't answered my question. Are you OK?" 

"I'm just so scared of going to that party. I don't remember anyone and I'm afraid that I'll make a complete fool of myself!" Her eyes teared up as she said this.

Gathering Rachel in her arms, Taylor rubbed her back to soothe her and whispered in her ear. "It's going to be alright, my angel baby. I'll be with you the whole time." She kissed Rachel's forehead...then the side of her face...and before both of them realized it their lips touched. Both women moaned at the same time. For Taylor, it was feeling Rachel's full lips against hers after such a long time. For Rachel, it was feeling Taylor's lips as if for the very first time. 

It started out as an exploratory kiss but as it progressed it became heated. Taylor traced Rachel's lips with the tip of her tongue before pushing it inside her mouth to mate with hers. The kiss went on for a while until both of them felt the need to breathe and pulled apart taking deep breaths.

Taylor placed her forehead on Rachel's. Her right hand was on the smaller woman's chest, her fingers gliding up and down. Lowering her head, she kissed the part where her hand was. She slowly moved to the side and kissed Rachel's breast on her right with the shirt in-between. Rachel whimpered as she pushed her chest forward, her hard nipple pushing through the shirt. Seeing this, Taylor simply couldn't resist any longer. She opened her mouth and sucked on Rachel's breast through her shirt, flicking the tip of her tongue on her hardening nipple.

"God! Baby!" Rachel gasped as she felt the sensation rocket from her nipple all the way down to her clit. Before her whole body could comprehend what was happening Taylor moved to her other breast, giving it the same attention. She lowered her head close to Taylor's ear. "That feels so good. Please don't stop."

Taylor lifted her head. "We need to take this inside so we can do this properly." She pulled the smaller woman to her. "Wrap your legs around my waist and hold on." She ordered.

"Wait! I'm too heavy. Let me down so I can walk." Rachel shyly said.

"Ummm...let me remind you that I am taller than you aannd that I have upper body strength to spare." She smirked. "Besides which, I have done this before...carried you like this to either our bed or sofa when the...mmm...mood hit us." 

"You have? We have? Have I tried carrying you?" Rachel asked.

"Uh...yes you have tried...and no, you couldn't carry me." The taller woman responded with a smile. Then with a serious face she said softly: "Now listen, I will be carrying you to our bed and I don't want to hear another word about it. OK?" And she proceeded to do just that, kissing Rachel on the lips as they went.

Sitting herself on the side of the bed with Rachel straddling her lap, she lifted the shirt from the smaller woman and threw it to the side. Holding both breasts with each hand, she started to gently fondle and caress them. "Oh my angel. You are so beautiful." She lovingly whispered as she lowered her head and softly licked first one nipple then the other, making them wet and glistening. Seeing both nipples get hard, pebbled and dark she moaned as she brought her mouth down to suckle on each breast. Pulling Rachel tightly towards her, she lowered herself to the bed moving them both to the centre. They both started to take off their clothes, turning each other on with every bit of their body they exposed. Taylor turned them around, making the smaller woman lie on her back while she continued to suckle. Rachel's hands held on to Taylor's head, her fingers buried in her curls, her body arching upwards pushing her breast even further inside her lover's mouth. 

Taylor released Rachel's breast and began her descent kissing, suckling, nibbling and licking every inch of skin she encountered. As she approached her mound, she looked down at it and touched it reverently making Rachel lift her lower body and whimper from the sensation of being touched there. 

Rachel looked down to see Taylor staring at her mound and caressing it with her hand, gliding her fingers up and down. Lowering her hand, she put it on top of Taylor's hand which was still touching her mound making Taylor look up at her with a sheen of tears in her eyes. Taking a deep breath, she huskily whispered: "I...I haven't seen or touched you like this in a long time. I've missed you so much I ache."

Cupping Taylor's face with her other hand, Rachel whispered: "I ache with wanting you." She guided Taylor's hand on her mound to touch her some more. Both of them could feel the warmth and the wetness seeping from the smaller woman.

"God baby! I've forgotten how beautiful you look with your dark and plump pussy lips glistening wet with your arousal!" Taylor moaned as she lowered her head to taste her lover after such a long time. It tasted the same as it always had, with a hint of both tanginess and freshness, same as hers. She started kissing her all over her mound, then with her tongue she licked her from the bottom of her slit going up towards her clit gathering her wetness as she ascended. Once she made it to the top, she pressed her tongue and the wetness she had gathered onto the clit making Rachel gasp and moan. She started to twirl her tongue around Rachel's clit making it engorged and peek out of its hood so she could suckle on it softly at first, then going harder and faster. 

Rachel grabbed hold of the sheets with one hand while the other hand found its way to Taylor's head pulling her into her mound. "Unggh! God! My baybee! Make me yours!" She pleaded with her lover.

Hearing these words while still suckling on the smaller woman's clit, Taylor moved her right hand down and pushed her middle finger inside her hot core. "Please! Some more! Put in some more!" Rachel begged. 

Taylor did just that. She pushed in two fingers and felt the muscles inside of her lover clutching at her fingers as she pumped into her. She also felt the heat and tightness within making her want and urge for more. Her suckling and pumping became harder and faster. 

"Oh God! Oh God! I'm gonna come! Make me come! Please...please..." Rachel gasped.

While still pumping her fingers in and out of her lover, Taylor started to feel the contractions of her lover. She instantly stopped suckling on her clit and pulled on it with her lips, pushing Rachel over the edge.

"Unngggghhhh!!" Rachel's body arched like a bow as she came. She lowered her whole body to the bed as she slowly allowed her breathing to go back to normal. "Wow!" Was all she could say.

"I most definitely second that emotion!" Taylor whispered, her head resting on Rachel's stomach. 

"Come up here, woman!" Rachel softly commanded.

"Ooh! Okay!" Taylor responded and started to make her way up the smaller woman's body. She laid her body atop Rachel's, her arms on either side of her lover's head as they kissed tasting Rachel's wetness from each other's mouth. The kiss went on as Taylor was kneading and cupping Rachel's breasts. 'I missed this! Missed the kissing and cuddling after we've made love!' Taylor voiced in her head. 

Before she could even think about going down to kiss and suckle once again on her lover's burgeoning breasts she feels her whole world spin. She found herself on her back with Rachel on top. 

"My turn!" Rachel said with a big smile and a wink.

Cupping the smaller woman's face, Taylor looked deeply into her eyes. "You don't have to, my angel baby. I know that for you this will be like the first time. I'm just so happy that I was able to love your body all over again." 

"But that's what I want. For you to be my first." Rachel huskily whispered, lowering her head to kiss Taylor. Her hands rested upon her lover's breasts to cup, knead and massage. As she moved her lips downwards, she inserted her thigh in-between the taller woman's legs and brought it higher, feeling the wetness of Rachel's pussy lips against her skin. 

"God my baybee! I want to expose as much of you as I can." Rachel whispered lovingly.

"Yes my baby." Taylor opened her arms, laying them on either side of her head. "Use your lips and tongue to expose as much of me as you want, my angel. I'm all yours." Taylor posed seductively.

Rachel's eyes turned into slits from looking at the vision of Taylor in front of her. She licked her full lips and lowered her head to kiss Taylor's chest above her heart. As she headed towards one breast, she could feel the heat and smell the scent of arousal emanating from the taller woman. 

She lingered first on one breast licking...kissing...sucking then suckling as she flicked the tip of her tongue on the top of Taylor's dusky pink nipple. She did the same to the other breast not wanting it to feel neglected. She lowered herself some more and swirled her tongue inside Taylor's cute belly button. Going further down she pressed her lips on her lower stomach. Then, just at the top of her lover's mound she stopped and started to nuzzle and caress it with her cheek, tongue and lips. 

"Oh god! That feels so good, my angel baby." Taylor exclaimed.

Encouraged, Rachel lowered her head further holding her face just a few inches away from Taylor's hot...wet...pulsing...throbbing mound. She looked at it in awe of the beauty in front of her. "Please... Please my angel." Taylor begged.

Rachel moved her face closer, pushing her tongue out and licking along Taylor's slit. Gathering the wetness on her tongue, she copied what her lover had done to her and as she reached the top of Taylor's slit she pulled her clit in her mouth together with the wetness and started to suck slowly, gradually picking up the pace as she felt the reaction she was getting from her lover.

When she felt her start to come, she let go of her clit and blew on it while her hands glided on Taylor's thighs calming her down from her high. She looked up to see Taylor's chest heaving, her eyes in slits looking at Rachel as if she couldn't believe that she'd just stop. She looked back at her clit seeing it all red, throbbing, peeking out, begging to be licked and sucked. Rachel moved up Taylor's body and right before she lowered herself she moved her hand to her mound and separated her own lips, making her wet clit peek out. She brought it down to mate with Taylor's and she started to slowly hump her mound, her dark plump pussy lips contracting and expanding as she moved sensually on top of Taylor.

She grabbed both of Taylor's hands and put them on either side of her head, their fingers intertwined. She started to pick up the pace of her humping, her breasts hanging down and moving just above her lover's face. "God my baby! You're gonna make me come!" Taylor gasped as she grabbed Rachel's nipple with her mouth, holding and sucking on her while the smaller woman humped her clit, their wetness mixing with each other. The sounds of their wet lips rubbing together filled the room. The smell of their arousals permeating around them taking them further, making them go harder and faster.




New Life



"Auugggghhh!!!"...the sound of both women coming together.

Lifting herself off Taylor, Rachel turned on her side as her lover cuddled her from behind. Taylor's right hand gently caressed her stomach, her left hand cupping her breasts and her right leg hooked over her hip. 

"I love you with all my heart, Taylor my baybee." Rachel whispered.

"And I love you with all my heart, Rachel my angel." Taylor responded.

After a few minutes both fell into a deep sleep.

***

Rachel was so excited as she opened the door of the apartment. Bossworth ran and jumped at her as if seeing her after a long time when it had only been for a few hours. "Hey there! How's my boy?" She asked as he wagged his tail and barked in excitement at picking up on her emotions. 

Lourdes, their house help, came out of the kitchen. "Oh! Ms. Rachel! Where have you been? I was so worried when you just left without telling me where you were going!" Lourdes exclaimed, her hand on her heart.

"I'm so sorry, Lourdes. I just needed to get out and do some stuff. I promise to tell you where I'm going next time I decide to just up and go, OK?" She explained, hoping that her face wouldn't give her secret away.

"Ok. Ok. But when Ms. Taylor called a while ago asking for you and I couldn't tell her where you went she got a bit upset. She cut short her trip and is on her way home tonight instead of tomorrow morning." Lourdes grumbled as she walked back into the kitchen to finish the dinner she was preparing.

"Uh Oh! Gotta hide my surprise!" Rachel mumbled to herself before she ran towards their room, Bossworth following close behind.

Trying to find the best place to hide the brown envelope with the important documents enclosed, she decided to hide it in one of Taylor's unused drawers. As she opened one of the drawers, she saw a bundle of small purple envelopes. She took them out and started to read one of the letters which apparently was both a love and sexual letter addressed to Taylor. "I must be one romantic dopey girlfriend." She smiled to herself. Closing the letter, she was about to read the others when she heard the doorbell and Lourdes calling out her name. She stuffed the letters back into the drawer together with the brown envelope and walked out.

As she exited the room she met Lourdes by the hallway. "Ah! There you are, Ms. Rachel. You have a visitor." 

"Who is it, Lourdes?" She asked, not particularly happy about meeting someone without Taylor to help her.

"It's Shannen your business partner." Lourdes replied pointing her towards where the guest was waiting.

Upon entering the room, Rachel spotted the woman standing by the window looking down at the scenery below. She was tall with wavy reddish brown hair. 

"Shannen?" She called out.

Turning around from the window, the woman said: "Hey there my friend!" Shannen gave her a quick hug. "I'm sorry that I have only visited you now but I was told that you needed the space and time to heal." She walked towards the couch where her bag was. "Oh before I forget. I have something for you." She opened her bag, took out a medium-sized box and handed it to Rachel.

"Look, I won't stay long. But I just really wanted to see how you are because I've missed you and I wanted to ask you to please come to the party that the office is preparing for you. A lot of people are worried and just want to see you. Please think about it?" She hugged her quickly one more time before taking her leave.

Rachel looked down at the box on her lap and began to open it. As she pulled the top off, she saw a Blackberry phone and an envelope lying underneath it. She picked up the cellphone, then the envelope and read the note inside. 'Heard that your cellphone was stolen on the night of the accident. Here's another one. Hurry back and don't be a stranger! -- Shannen.' Rachel smiled, but that didn't last long as she began to realize something. She stood up from the couch and headed back to their room. She opened the drawer and started to read all of the letters that were in each of the purple envelopes. The same type of envelope that she had just received from her college friend and business partner. 

***

It was dark when Taylor entered the apartment, dropping her overnight bag next to the front door. Bossworth came running out to greet her. "Hey there, Bossy! Where's your other Momma?" She asked as she rubbed his coat. 

She began to look for Rachel. "Rachel? Baby? Where are you?" She switched on a light in passing and found her lover sitting on the couch staring at the fire. "Here you are! Why didn't you answer me? And where did you go when you left this afternoon you had me and...." Before she could finish, Rachel lifted her hand holding the bundle of purple envelopes addressed to Taylor.

"It happened before my accident?" She angrily asked.

Seeing what was in Rachel's hand and hearing her question. "Oh God! Oh God!" She frantically whispered. "Baby I..." Once again she was interrupted by an angry Rachel.

Standing up from the couch, Rachel rounded on her, her face furious. "You and Shannen?! Before my accident?!" She shouted angrily, standing in front of the taller woman. 

"Once! It just happened once then never again!" She frantically explained. "She kept trying and trying but I told her off! It was different then! We were different then!"

"I don't even remember how we were then, Taylor!" Rachel threw the envelopes at Taylor and started to walk towards the door of the apartment, just wanting to get out of there before she did or said anything that she might regret.

Opening the door, she was halted by Taylor's quivering voice. "Rachel! Please! We didn't have a good relationship for the past three years but we're better now! Please don't walk away! Not like this! Not now!" She begged as tears ran down her face.

"I need to get out." Was all that Rachel could say, not able to look at Taylor as she walked out and closed the door of their apartment. 

Taylor's knees buckled and she fell to the floor sobbing her heart out. Bossworth approached her putting his face on her leg and whined as he watched her cry. 

***

Agnes opened her door to see her distraught daughter standing outside. She ushered her in and hugged her tight without uttering a word. Rachel collapsed on her mom and began to cry out her anger and pain.

She was lying on the couch exhausted after telling Agnes everything that happened. "Do you know what you're going to do?" Her mom asked.

Rachel shook her head. "No. No I don't. All I know is that I'm hurt and angry." 

"Honey, I don't profess to know everything about life because I really don't. But please try to look beyond your hurt and pain and see what you have. What's in front of you right now." 

"What do you mean?" She asked her mom.

"Well, I've seen you and Taylor together for the past ten years. I've seen how you were when things were getting rough before and believe me when I say that you are not totally faultless. It does take two you know. Then, I see how you are now after your accident with both of you getting to know each other all over again." Standing up, she looked down at her daughter. "I won't tell you what to do but I will ask you to take a long hard look at your life. Realize what you want and how you're going to get it. They do say that the best things in life don't come without a price." She kissed Rachel on her head and walked away.

It took a long while before Rachel came to the realization of what she was going to do. She eventually fell asleep for the first time in months without the arms of Taylor around her.

***

Morning came too soon for Rachel as she got her plan into action. She spoke to her mom about what she was going to do before leaving. Agnes had a big smile on her face as she saw her daughter drive off.

She entered the building with determination written all over her face. People would stop and greet her as they recognised her. Upon reaching Shannen's door, she didn't bother knocking and just entered. She saw Shannen and a petite blond woman going over some papers. 

"Rachel, I'm in a meeting right now." Said Shannen, visibly uncomfortable with Rachel there.

"I need to talk with you privately and this won't take long." 

"Ummm...alright...Hannah, could you please excuse us? I'll talk to you later." Shannen addressed the smaller woman. 

As the woman named Hannah passed Rachel, she gave her a teary and longing look that Rachel found to be disturbing. "I'm glad that you're well. I...we missed you." She whispered before leaving the room.

"Look Rachel about me and Taylor..." Obviously Taylor had told Shannen that she already knew about them.

"I don't want to discuss it. It's over and done with. I'm here to tell you that I will be selling my share of the business. I want out." 

"What? Are you sure about this? You love this business! If it's about what happened with me and Taylor..." 

Rachel put up her hand to stop Shannen. "I already said I don't want to talk about it. As for the business, I used to love it then. Not now. I'm a different person now." Having said her piece, she turned around and walked towards the door to leave. 

"What about us? Our friendship?" Can you ever forgive me?" Shannen asked.

Stopping at the door to look back at Shannen, Rachel paused. "You used to be my friend. Forgive you? I've already forgotten you." She said without emotion as she stepped out.

Walking out of Shannen's office, she asked the nearest person where her office was. There she was met by her secretary who introduced herself as Rose. She requested that Rose bring her a box and she proceeded to pack all of her personal effects into the container. When she picked up the framed photo of her and Taylor in their younger days, she smiled through the sudden welling of tears in her eyes. As she finished packing, the door to her office opened and Hannah came in. 

"Can I help you?" Rachel asked.

"You don't remember me at all do you?" Hannah's eyes began to tear as she asked the question.

"I'm sorry, but no I don't." 

Hannah took a deep breath. "Three years ago we started an affair and last year you told me you were going to leave her for me. I guess that's not going to happen now, right?" Tears slowly fell down her cheeks.

Rachel felt her head bowing under the weight of this new information. She closed her eyes. 'God! What kind of a woman was I before the accident?' She asked herself. Lifting her head, she looked at Hannah. "Please believe me when I say that I am so, so sorry. I never meant to hurt you or anyone. I don't remember you and even with the visions or flashbacks that I have had, it was never of you." 

Hannah wiped her tears away. "It's all right. I knew you were still so in love with her. I just hoped that you would get to love me the same way. I wish you well, Rachel." And with that said, the petite blond woman quietly left her office.

Taking the small box with her belongings, Rachel left the office for good.

***

Present time....

Rachel stood outside the door of the apartment. Her right hand moved up and down the side of her jeans, wiping off the wetness on her palm. Coming here... making the decision to be with her would end up hurting another. 'But it's how I feel... What I want!' She thought to herself. Taking a deep breath and exhaling loudly, Rachel lifted her hand, unlocking the door to enter the apartment. 

As she entered, she heard sounds coming from their bedroom. The door was open and inside was Taylor packing her things inside a suitcase while sniffling every now and then. Bossworth was lying beside her feet sleeping. Rachel felt her heart slam in her chest as she realized that Taylor would be leaving her. 

She cleared her throat. "Ummm...hi." She greeted Taylor. Both Taylor and Bossworth jumped at hearing her voice. The dog barked excitedly and ran over to greet her. Taylor stayed where she was and just looked at her with trepidation.

"Hi...I didn't hear you come in." Taylor noticed Rachel staring at her suitcase. "I'm just taking my things out of this room and transferring them to the guest bedroom. I hope you don't mind, but I'll have to stay there for a short while until I can finalise my living arrangements." She explained trying hard not to cry in front of Rachel.

Not knowing what to say to get things back the way they were, Rachel walked over to the drawer where she hid the brown envelope hoping it was still there. 

"Ummm... I cleared my things from the cabinets and drawers. You don't have to check." 

Opening the drawer, Rachel retrieved the brown envelope and walked back to where Taylor was standing and handed it over to her. 

"Open it. Please?" She whispered.

Not knowing where this was going, Taylor opened the envelope and took out the document showing that the farm her aunt used to own was now their farm. She looked at her name next to Rachel's name on the deed of sale and gasped out loud as she looked at the smaller woman.

"What does this mean?" 

"Please don't leave me, Taylor. If that's what you want then I'll respect your wishes, but it's not what I want." She pleaded with tears in her eyes.

"Oh God! My angel!" Taylor launched herself against the smaller woman and hugged her tight not wanting to let go. "I thought that you didn't want me anymore! That you hate me because of what I've done! Please! Please forgive me!" 

Holding Taylor tight to her and burying her face in her neck to breathe in her scent, Rachel said: "Please forgive me as well for all the things I've done to us, my baybee. I want us to have a new life together. And I want us to start by living in a new place. That's why I bought the farm for us. I knew that's what you've been wanting for such a long time now." 

"But what about your work and the rest?" 

"Maybe I used to like them but I'm a different person now. I'm selling my shares of the company and will just be a consultant since I should be getting a tidy sum from the sale. I have my savings as well so that should tide us over for a long time." She explained.

"Whatever you want, my angel. So long as you're happy then I'm happy."

Holding Taylor's face with both her hands, Rachel looked deep into her eyes. "I want you and only you. You make me happy." 

Laughing with tears in her eyes, Taylor said softly: "I most definitely second that emotion." She smiled at Rachel as they kissed. 

After a few minutes of kissing, Taylor felt herself being lifted. She moved her head and looked down at Rachel. "Ummm...what are you doing?" 

"What does it look like I'm doing?" 

"I appreciate the effort, my angel, but you can't carry me."

"My baybee?"

"Yes, my angel?"

"Borrowing a phrase from someone I know...now listen, I'm going to be carrying you to our bed and I don't want to hear another word, alright!" Rachel said as she winked at the taller woman.

Throwing her head back to laugh, Taylor gave in. "God! You are just so adorable! Alright! Take me I'm yours!" She said as she wrapped her legs around Rachel's waist.

"Oh! I most definitely will my Baybee!" Rachel said as she carried her slowly but surely to their bed to start their new life.



New Life



***** So this is my first go about. Positive feedback would be greatly appreciated. I have yet to find an editor, but if you think I should continue, I will look for one. Thank you*****

Chapter 1

Where is she, where is she. Oh there she is. I mean really, she's hard to miss with here huge bodyguard standing right behind her Anya thought. 

"Luna, Luna." She yelled running across the quad. Even with their backs to her, she knew they could still hear her. That whole were super hearing and all. 

"Whats up ma', how ya doing?" Then to be as polite as She could be, she look up to her bodyguard, "Hello Gibbs, how's it goin'?" She received the usual eye roll from Gregg the bodyguard. She knows he hates her nickname for him, but She just can't help it.

"So Luna, how's calculus going for you? Any trouble writing notes?"

"No, how about you Anya?"

Just what she wanted to hear.

"Well since you asked, sure I would love to compare notes. You know, just to make sure you have everything." She said with her most devilish smile ever.

"I mean really Anya. How you ever got past precalculus, our freshmen year, I will never know."

"I believe it would be the best friend who did most of her work that got her past precalculus." Came one of the deepest sexiest voices ever, that belong to Gregg. He really doesn't speak that much, when he's in "bodyguard mode". When he does though, wow is it nice. 

Gregg is huge. Even for were, he had to be big even for were standards. He has to stand a good 6'7. A good 265, pure muscle. There's probably not an ounce of body fat on him. Nice olive tone skin, milk chocolatey brown hair, and hazel eyes. Fun to look at, even if he's the strong silent type. 

"Oh Gregg, I most defiantly did not do her most of her work last year." Luna flashed Gregg one of her million dollar smiles, that always seemed to turn Gregg into mush. Luna was gorgeous. She stood 5'11, on a nice thick frame. Her raven colored dresses flowed down to the middle of her back. Her chocolate colored eyes were framed by the longest lashes ever. 

Luna was the niece to some big time were guru. Who also happen to be the Mayor of the city that they went to college in. Although were, humans, and witches alike lived in so called harmony, there is always some threat of some were hate group out to prove a "were are dangerous" point. Hence the bodyguard. 

"Please oh please Luna, can I borrow your notes? Mine I'm sure suck. You always do a better job than me. Please. With finals on Monday, I can use al the help I can get. Please Luna please." Any a begged.

"Calm down, calm down. Look I need my notes to study as well, but if you like we can study together."

"Well that sounds like a good ideal. Where you wanna study at?"

"We can either study at your house or mine." Luna said with that look like duh.

"My house is out the question, and are you sure the low likes of me is welcomed at that big mansion you live in?"

It's no secret that Anya is poor. She lived in a two bedroom apartment with her drug addict of a mom, and her under fed dog Lucien. The only reason She was able to go to collage is because her mom lucked up when she got knocked up with her. Her father was a big time Defense Attorney who decided to go slumming it when he bumped into her mom while she was waiting tables in some downtown dinner 20 years ago. Long story short, one night of passion, and here She was. College fully paid for, and child support checks to her mom as long as She lived with her and still went to school. As far as Mr. Money Bags himself, She never met him.

"Anya you have always been welcome in my home. It is you that has always been afraid to come over." 

"Excuse me," She said just a little to pitchy. "I have never been 'afraid' to come over you house." Luna gave her that look that said yeah right.

"I haven't." Then in a real low voice she replied "More like ashamed."

Oh boy here comes the 'I am incredibly hurt' face. And before she can reply in that 'I'm hurt' voice, Anya said, "I mean you come from a lot of money, and everyone who lives in that huge mansion of yours comes from money. And although you have never done anything to make me feel inferior to you, I don't know know what your other were like buddies will think of the poor little human friend Luna brought to the crib."

"Anya Belle Tribb," uh oh, it's never good when she used her whole name, "We have been friends since high school. You should know enough about weres to know that just like humans, there are some good some bad. Some nice, and some mean. And yes, some down right snobbish. The members of my pack are no different. Our Alpha would never allow anyone to disrespect you in our home. Right Gregg." 

"She is correct Anya. You will come to no harm physically or mentally in our home."

"Yeah like you would go against anything she says Gibbs." Anya said. "Ok, ok, your crib then. I have to check up on Lucien, so we'll have to stop by my place first, then we can head out to the millionaires palace."

Taking a deep breath Luna says, "It's called a compound or a den Anya." 

With a big smile, "I know." Said Anya.

The whole ride to Anya's house her mind was in a whirl wind. 'Should I change, wear something a little less used? Should I do my hair a little bit more fancy, put make-up on? Ugh', she thought to herself maybe She was a little scared. It's not the house full of were thats driving her crazy, it's the house full of 'I got money' people that putting her on edge. Her and the I got money people never really got along. There all prim and proper, and she was all just came out the second hand shoppe.

"We are here Anya." Gregg says waking her up out of her daze.

"Ok, you guys wait here, and I'll be out in a few. I just need to check on my mom, and let the dog out. Then I'll be right down."

"Do you need any help?" 

"No!" Realizing that she just almost freaked out she rectified herself, "I mean no thank you. If you come then Gibbs has to come, and he'll just freak out my mom. Sorry Gibbs but your huge. I don't even think you'll fit in the hallway to get to my apartment." She laughed as she got out of the car to head to her apartment on the third floor.

Knowing you ever know what's going on in her apartment, She stopped at the door and took a listen. When She didn't hear anything she proceed to walk in. Her apartment doesn't have much to it. To the left as soon as you walk is the small table and kitchen. To the right is the living room, and strait ahead is the hall way that leads to her mothers and her room. The first door on the right is her moms room. After taking a listen and not hearing anything, She knocked. After not getting getting a reply She knocked a little harder. After no reply she tried her luck and walked in slowly.

"Mom. Mom, are you here." Her room is a mess. She was no neat freak or anything, but She did like some kind of order. Her mother on the other hand is a slob. And she was not in her room.

In the middle between her room and her mothers, on the left was the O' So Tiny bathroom. Then straight to the back was her room. Opening her door, she was greeted by her ultra happy doggy Lucien.

"Hey buddy. Did you miss me. I missed you. Do you need to go out?" She was answered by loud barking on Lucien's part. "Well come on then." She headed to the window by her bed, and out to the fire escape. There's a large patch of grass straight down so all she had to do was walk down three flights on the fire escape. Lucien is the smartest dog she had ever met, and could get down the steps on his own. Sometimes If she had to work late She would leave her window cracked and he'd let himself in and out. "Alright Lu hurry up I got things I need to do." With a bark to let her know he's listening, he hurries and does his business and they head back up stairs.

She loved her dog. She spent a lot of time in her room growing up. Especially when her mom was entertaining some of her drug addict friends. For the past ten years Lucien has been her faithful room companion. She found Lucien rummaging through some trash six years ago while she was out on a morning run. As she continued home he followed her home. She didn't have the heart to shoo him away. So after begging her mom, telling her that he'd stay in her room, she let her keep him. Now she couldn't imagine coming home and him not being in her bedroom waiting on her. She felt bad sometimes keeping him in her room with him being so big and all but he doesn't seem to mind. She refilled his bowls with food and water. 

"Alright buddy I'm off, I'll be back later tonight." 

She head to the kitchen to leave her mom a note to tell her she was out studying, and that she would be back later tonight. Then she headed back out to the large black SUV waiting on her.

"I hope I didn't take to long."

Flashing a million dollar smile Luna says, "No not at all. How is Lucien."

"He's good. I wish I had some more space to let him run around in." 

"You know one day you could bring him over to the compound and we could take him on a run. That way he can just run freely, without having to worry about leash laws. Ugh I couldn't imagine having to run with one of those things on." 

"Luna you are not a dog, you are a werewolf. I've never seen you in your wolf form but I am sure you are way to big to put a leash on." Anya said.

"I'm not as big in my wolf form as the Alpha's mate. Now she is huge, but not as big as the Alpha."

Nervously she looked up at her and said, "Not helping."

The ride was way to short. The compound lies on the outskirts of town. Though this was her first time actually there, she had read about it in many of news papers. The papers didn't the place any justice. Huge, more like colossal. The house itself was the size of her whole apartment complex. In front were huge steps leading to massive double doors. A few people, I'm assuming were were, were walking around.

"Y'all sure do like things big around here don't y'all." She said in her awe voice. 

"Yes we sure do." Luna gives her a little wink.

Gregg pulls up to the front of the house and puts the truck in park and gets out. Watching Gregg walk over to the other side of truck to open the door for Luna, she didn't notice someone walking over to her door and open it.

"Shit! You scared the crap out of me." She said. "Um, thank you." She grabbed her bag and hopped out of the truck. Mr. Truck Door Opener winks at her and then gets all in her personal space and sniffs her. 

"Um Dude! Did you just sniff me." 

Luna and Gregg are at her side in an instant. Luna grabs her hand and chuckles, while Gregg just smirks. 

"Come on Anya let me show you to my room."

"Really Luna, he just got all up in my personal space and sniffed me. I mean I know that how weres identify things, but damn can I get a 'hello, how ya doin' first. I mean Damn." Anya was more than a little freaked about what just happened.

Luna continues to pull her up the massive stair case to the front door. One of the doors open to a tall willowy man. Though he looks a little older than most, he was still just as handsome as the rest of the were that She'd seen. 

"Young Luna, Master Gregg."

"Hello Braxton. How's your day going." Luna ask as she gives him her sweater, and gestures for Anya to do the same. 

"Um I'd like to keep my sweater if it's ok." Anya felt stupid.

"It's ok. Most humans find it quite cold in here. And what may I call you?"

Luna jumps in and says, "Braxton, this is Anya. She will be studying with me in my room for a while. Can we have some diet sodas and snacks brought to my room please?" 

"Mrs. Anya is there anything you prefer?"

"Um no, anything will be fine thank you." Luna gives me that look before she turns to Braxton and says, 

"Braxton, Anya doesn't drink drinks with sugar in them. Do we have anything besides diet cola that's sugar free?"

Anya stood there with shock on her face. She really didn't think anyone noticed. "I don't want to be any trouble. Diet cola will be just fine, thank you."

"Mrs. Anya it is no trouble at all. I'll see what I can do." With that, he turns on his heels and walked away.

Feeling just a little sheepish she said "Really I-"

"Oh hush Anya. Come on I'll show you to my room." was all the reply Luna gave before ushering her down a hallway.

Walking down the hall Anya tried to take in her surroundings. Aside from being huge, it had an old world charm. You wouldn't think looking from the outside that it wold look like a cottage inside. How is that even possible she thought. Most of the doors they pasted were closed, or just cracked a little. Luna explained that most of the visiting guest stay on the first floor near the front. They continue to walk and Anya could smell food coming from ahead. 

"And to the left just up here is our kitchen. Those of us that live here eat here." Explained Luna, "When we have a large guest dining with us we use the other dining room over here on the right."

The kitchen was large enough to fit Anya's whole apartment in. As they continued walking to Luna's room, Anya got to see the people of the house busying about just like anywhere else. The only uncomfortable part of their walk to her room was everyone sniffing as she walked by. Though none as bold as Mr. Truck Door Opener guy. 

At long last they make it to Luna's room on the first floor all the way in the back. "Hey Luna, why is your room on the first floor Guest Floor? Shouldn't it be on the second or third floor?" Anya asked.

"Well," Luna said, "when I first came to live here I was a guest. After it was decided that I would live here permanently, I was already comfortable here and I didn't want to move. So I stayed here." 

Shrugging her shoulders as Luna opens the door to the largest room ever. Her canopy bed sat all the way back on the far wall. Two doors over to the right. You could tell that one of the doors was the bathroom, and the other was to her closet. A large Victorian desk sat up front near the door on the left. Her room was like a dream.

Breathlessly Anya said,"Wow. Your room is gorgeous. It's the size of my whole apartment." 

Shrugging Luna says, "It's not as large as the rooms on the second and third floor, but I like it. Now let us get to you passing calculus shall we."

Luna pulls up another chair to the desk, and they start unloading their books and paper. Anya looked at her notes and started wondering if they were in the same class.

"How did you get all these notes Luna? I don't even think that I have half of what you got. We were in the same class weren't we?"

Settling down next to Anya she says, "I can remember a whole lot more than you, and concentrate on more than one thing, as well as comprehend everything at the same time. You my simple human, well just can't." 

Balling up a piece of paper, Anya throws it at Luna's head. "Comprehend that."

As they both sit there laughing a knock comes at the door, and Braxton walks in with drinks and snacks. "Well it looks as if studying is going well." He puts the tray of snacks on the desk and hands Anya a soda and says, "Sugar free and calorie free soda for the lady." 

Flashing her best half a million dollar smile, she took the soda with a "Thanks."

"You are welcome. Might I ask why you don't like sugar and calories? I thought at your age they would be most enjoyed."

"Um, well, I just don't." Quickly Anya returned to her note copying. After a long pause, he turns on his heels and walks out.

"Don't mind Braxton." Luna says, "He just likes to know about peoples likes and dislikes since he does all the cooking and such."

"It must be nice." is all Anya can get out before she returned to note copying. 

They continued with their studying, snack eating, and small chit chat for an hour or so more before a knock at the door, and Gregg walking in. 

"Luna I thought you and Anya could use a break. How about you give Anya a change of clothes and meet me down in the gym for a quick sparring session."

Sparring, now that is a word Anya loved to hear. Jumping up from the desk now full of energy she says, "You guys have a gym, here?"

"Yes we do." Luna says casually. 

"And you, spar?" 

"Yes, I do."

"Really?"

Laughing Luna walks Anya to a just as big as her room closet and says, "Yes I spar, most were are tought from birth to fight. Although I was not born were, I have been tought to fight since I came here. Now here are some shorts, and a shirt. The shorts might be a little big on you, but with your huge boobs, the shirt should fit just right."

Grabbing the clothes Anya notice the male half of her closet and make a mental note to ask about that later. Walking out towards the bathroom she looked at Luna and said, "Jealous much." before quickly running into the bathroom before Luna could hit her with a wayward sock. Excitedly Anya switch out of her usual jeans and t-shirt into the shorts and shirt Luna gave her. Looking into the mirror she frowned at the sight She saw. Although she had large breast, it sits on a 5'7 140Lbs frame. Once you get past her breast she thought there isn't much to look at. Light caramel complexion, hazel green eyes, and long lashes. Her hair is so black it shimmers blue in the light. Wavy, it comes pass her shoulders in an thick unruly fashion. Most of the time she wore it in a ponytail to keep it out of her way. With a huff, she walked out the bathroom with a "I'm ready." 

They walked back down the long hall way to a set of stairs that they took town a flight or two, bend a corner, and bam! The hugest gym Anya had ever seen. Workout equipment of all types. Then off to the back was where everyone did there sparring. The most amazing sight she'd ever seen. Wolf, people going at it with fangs and claws swinging. Anya's jaw must of been on the floor when Luna got her attention. 

"Gregg and I are gonna warm up. You can stretch over here, and after Gregg and I are done, me and you will give it a go. And by the way, stop staring it's rude. You think you've never seen a were in hybrid form before."

"I haven't." 

"Oh, I didn't know that. I thought that, well I guess I really didn't think. You ok with all this?"

"It weird to look at at first, but yeah, I'm over it. Now go ahead and get your sparring on. I'll be over here." 

Taking her spot over and out the way She got to stretching. Super siked for her turn to get a little sparring action. Anya held a part time job at a all human Dojo downtown. They pay her under the table to help out with taxes, and in turn the senesce allows her to join in on his classes. She was no Jet Li, but She was pretty good. I'm sure I can give Luna a run for her money, she thought looking over at Luna and Gregg, she decided to think again.

Damn she was fast. Every time Gregg would throw a punch she would block it or doge it. She looked like she kicked incredibly hard. They went back and forth, with fierceness Anya didn't know Luna was capable of. Thinking to herself that maybe she should hit the treadmill and call it a day.

"I seen you stretching, do you wanna spar with me?"

Turning around Anya looked up to see the most perfect Adonis she had ever seen in her life. He had to have stood 6'5, 240, 250 pounds all muscle. What is it with these were men, were the all body builders or something? She thought. Shirtless his mahogany tone skin shone with just a slight glisten of sweat that showed he had already been working out. She wondered if he was one of those hybrid were that She had saw sparring when she first walked in. With that in mind, she said, "Um I'm human. I don't think I would be any fun."

He had the most booming of of laughter. He had the lightest of brown eyes she had ever see. When he laughed they almost seem to disappear. His teeth were so white. 

"I know you are human. Everyone in here can 'smell' that your human. Your Luna's friend Anna right?"




New Life



" Uh no, I'm Luna's friend Anya." she said.

"That's what I meant Anya."

"Well that's not what you said." She said then remembering that she was talking to someone who could snap her in half with one hand.

"Well 'Anya', would you like to spar with me?"

"Who are you? I don't just go fight with complete strange were men."

He laughed at her, "My name is Daniel, and fighting a stranger might save your life one day."

"I don't know if you notice, but I hang out with a lot of were." she said. "I hope a stranger wouldn't be that dumb."

He laughed at her again and she started to wonder why he thought everything she said was so funny. 

Daniel noticed her perturbed look, so he stopped laughing. He gently grabbed her by the hand and walked them over to a place in the corner, " You'd be amazed how dumb strangers are this day and age. Now hands up and let me see how well you can protect yourself."

Daniel could smell the fear slowly coming off of her. As she was backing away from him. He liked the way she dried to not show she was scared. He took in another deep breath, seeing how scared she really was.

"Seriously, do I stink?" she said "Everywhere I go in this place someone is sniffing me, or at me, or where I've been. I thought y'all have humans here all the time." 

Daniel knew why everyone was so interested in her sent. Though he wasn't going to go there with her right now. The only thing he wanted to know right now is if she could defend herself.

"We do, but we have yet to have someone who smells as sweet as you." With a wink he came at her with a speed she could barley register. All she could do is let out a yelp before ducking out the way.

"What the hell, jack ass!"

"Strangers don't always announce there going to attack you before they, well you know attack." Daniel said with a smirk as he began to rush her again. She ducked out his way again. "Are you gonna defend yourself, or am I going to kick your butt?" 

"Ok it's just a little much when Goliath is running at you." 

Goliath she thought he was a Goliath? Well then she shouldn't be surprised when the big bad giant takes ahold of her. Rushing at her, he quickly grabbed her as she tried to duck out his way again. Holding her around the neck with his arm. Her sent was so strong holding her this close. He couldn't help growl his appreciation.

Oh shit, Anya thought. Did he just growl in my ear? Trying to remain passive, "Ok, Ok Goliath you got me. You can let me go now." she said.

Gripping her neck a little tighter, but not to cause her harm. "From what I hear, Goliath was not a nice man. So why should I let you loose?"

Now Anya was starting to get a little pissed. "Because if you don't, like David, I will kick your ass." With as much strength as she could muster, she drove her elbow into his side. He let her loose, she turned to him and said, "What the eff Goliath. Where you trying to kill me!" 

Rubbing his side. "That almost hurt a little." He knew that would anger her, he tried to see if he could anger her more. "If you need help with some self defense, we could get you in here with the pups in the morning." Ok, that did it. 

"Your not only an ass but a dick as well." With that being said she sent her fist as hard as she could to his nose. Then while he was distracted she round house kicked as high up as she could reach. Not missing a beat she lowered herself to the ground doing a spin kick to try to knock him off balance. All she managed was to get him to wobble back a few steps. So she jumped up and pulled a page out of his book, and just ran at him full speed until her force knocked him and him on the floor. Landing on top of him. 

"Ha!" She said feeling a little triumphant. A little to early. Swiftly he rolls over on top of her pinning her to the ground. 

In her ear he says, "Not bad. You took me by surprise. That rarely happens." He inhales her neck deeply before getting up. Holding out his hand to help her up. 

Not bothering to take his hand she got up rolling her eyes. Before either of them could come back with a snappy retort. Daniel heard Luna and Gregg.

"Oh my Anya are you alright?"

"I am fine Luna. You can stop brushing me like I fell in dirt." Anya was more than embraced. 

"I'm just checking to make sure nothing broken." Looking up to chastise Daniel, "You could of hurt her Daniel. What were you thinking."

"I think she handled herself just fine. Besides she's the one who knocked me over." Daniel said trying to defend himself. 

"If I remember correctly Goliath, your the one who came rushing at me first." Anya interjected quickly.

"So this is the human who has the house all going crazy." 

Everyone stopped and turned towards the sound of the deep Barry White voice. Anya was amazed to see yet another handsome huge male. This guy topped them all though. He was close to seven feet tall, and saying he was huge would be an under statement. His eye were just as light as Daniel's, Along with his skin complexion and facial features. They could be related.

Being the only human in the in the place, Anya waved, and wince at the pain in her elbow. Daniel rushes to her side. "Are you ok, is it broken, do you need to see a medic?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine. Back up Goliath." 

"Let me see."

Anya was about to protest when she looked up at his face and saw the genuine concern. So with an eye roll she let him look at her elbow. Slowly taking in the slight coloring already starting to turn into bruises. Daniel was hurt. Softening his eyes, he says. "I'm sorry. I really did not mean to cause you any harm." 

"I'm ok. It's really not as bad as it looks, or is gonna look. I bruise easily." She gave him a half a million dollar smile, and try to take a step back. His closeness was starting to get to her.

"Well let's get you to see the pack doctor never the less." Said Mr. Barry White Voice. Then politely placing his hand on the small of her back to usher her out the gym. That action caused him to receive a growl from Daniel. 

With Mr. Barry White Voice ushering her out the gym, Daniel growling, and Luna and Gregg falling behind us like they didn't walk in the gym together. Anya just snapped.

"Ok, why are you two all the way back there all 'head bowed to the ground'? Why are you growling like some sort of animal?" Looking up at Mr. Barry White Voice, and pointing a finger, "And who the hell are you?"

Well that got everyone's attention in the gym. Looking around everyone had that 'oh shit' look on their faces. Luna and Gregg had that 'what are we going to to with you' look in their faces. And Daniel had his normal smirk wrapped around his face. Mr. Barry White Voice had a puzzled look on his face as if he were thinking about what is was going to say next before he said it. 

"To answer your questions in order. Luna and Gregg are lowering their heads out of respect. Daniel is growling like some sort of animal, well because he is, sort of. And I my dear am Davian Louden. Alpha of the Louden Pack."