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Lilac Blossom Ch. 01

By: jessicaj64



Please note, all characters and events depicted are fictitious. All rights reserved.

This is a longer story, with some build up. Comments welcomed, indeed encouraged. I'd like to think my writing is improving -- I hope you agree. The usual disclaimers about copyright, age appropriateness and state laws apply. 

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Samantha Jones plopped herself down on the couch, exhausted; it had been quite a day. She had gotten the groceries bought, the Christmas presents wrapped, the cards written and mailed, and collected her daughter from school. Now it was time for her to relax. She groaned. This was the time of day she dreaded the most, because, once her daughter had gone to bed, she would be alone again.

Samantha lived alone with her daughter, Caroline, now seven, as they had done for four years. She valued her independence, her freedom and loved being a mommy, even though it was desperately hard sometimes. Still, those long evenings alone stretched out in front of her like a prison sentence. It was as though she was being punished, but for what, she could not be sure.

She dragged herself out of the couch, hung her purse on her bedroom doorknob and kicked off her pumps. "Well, I guess we'd best eat, at least", she muttered to herself. But first, after checking that Caroline was safely and happily occupied, she needed to get out of her dress, get showered and into something altogether more comfortable for the evening ahead of her. 

Stepping out of the shower and drying herself, she pondered her situation and how to improve it.. She was a happy person for the most part; just lonely. And yet, as she had told herself and her friends numerous times, she felt that she wasn't ready to share her home, or her life, with anyone else. In addition, she especially she did not want to expose Caroline to a succession of men, only for them to disappear again. But mostly, she did not want to introduce a new partner into her daughter's life if he turned out to be abusive or manipulating like the last one. Truth be told, on top of all this, she was afraid to open herself up again, to expose her heart and to risk it being broken again. 

At 46, she had been married and divorced twice. Her son James was all grown up and had long since moved out; a few years after which, she had moved away from her family and her hometown to be with her second husband; a long, long way from home as it happens -- overseas, in the American Mid-West. She had borne him their daughter, whom she adored with every fiber of her body. To all intents and purposes, she was now a single mom. Caroline's father did not pay child support as he should have, and paid little to no attention to poor Caroline. 

So now, except for Caroline, her family lived many, many miles away, and that second divorce had been brutal. As it turned out, he had not been quite the charming gentleman that he had seemed when they had first met. Oh, everything had been fine to start out with; he was quite the catch, or so he had seemed. However, as the first couple of happy years had faded into memory, he had become completely self-absorbed and sullen; he had treated her as an irrelevance bordering on contempt. As her personal happiness had dissolved in front of her eyes like the scarcely remembered fragments of a dream upon waking, her finances had plunged into a disastrous melee, caused, for the most part, by her husband's spendthrift ways. She barely had time to catch her breath, before she found herself working two full time jobs to support them while her husband returned to full time education and looked after Caroline. Suffering from exhaustion, she found herself staring at bankruptcy square in the face. Add to that his sexual advances, if they could be called that; more like forced celibacy on her part, interspersed with being, essentially, her husband periodically raping her. Her reluctance to be used in this way only fueled his contemptuous treatment of her. 

Release had finally come when she had divorced him, but, in a cruel twist which she should have foreseen, given all that had preceded, he had successfully convinced and connived her into paying him an astronomical settlement, which had crippled her financially more than ever. Now, four years later, working just the one job, having quit the second one in order to look after Caroline, she was utterly exhausted, bankrupt, undergoing therapy, financially crippled, and lonely.

The only bright spot in all of this had been her dalliance, while still married to him, with Sophie, a co-worker. Desperately lonely, even more so than now, being simultaneously lonely and married, she and Sophie became fast friends at work. While Samantha had always harbored bi-sexual tendencies, she had never before had acted on it beyond mere schoolgirl experimentation, and had never had sexual relations with another woman, far less a lesbian affair. But there it was -- for six glorious months, while she was being alternately ignored and abused at home, she and Sophie would lunch together, enjoying each other's company and friendship. Lunches had turned into rare evenings spent together, at bars, and, on days off and when the weather was pleasant, at the park; eventually, in each other's arms and in Sophie's bed. That affair had come to an abrupt and tearful end when Sophie was relocated. Despite protestations as they said their goodbyes that they would remain in touch, that had just not happened. For several weeks, Samantha's heart was breaking. Yet, it had set her soul alight to the possibility that she could love, and be loved, again. 

Since the divorce, Samantha had dated a little, but never very seriously and never for long, the longest being for three months with Julian, who adored her, but whose adoration she did not return, so, finally seeing that she had to do the right thing, she broke it off with him. His reaction had stunned her, when he broke down in floods of tears. She felt a little ashamed and rather embarrassed to have caused a grown man to cry so openly. However, no matter how painful or uncomfortable, she knew it was the right thing. That was three years ago. Since when, she had been single and untouched. 

Samantha's thoughts were broken by a knock at the door. 

"'S open," she called, correctly imagining the source of the knock to be Jamie, her neighbor. Still dressed in just her bra and panties, she slipped into her jeans and walked out into the living room pulling a loose fitting blouse around her as she did so. 

"Hey girl, what's up?"

"Hey yourself; have you eaten yet?" came Jamie's response.

"Nope, just got out of the shower. Why, what'ya thinking?"

"John and I were just ordering pizza for us and the girls, and wondered if you'd like to join us"

"Oh, that would be wonderful! Thank you!"

"Don't be daft -- we saw you pull in, and figured you probably weren't doing much this evening."

"How very perceptive of you," chuckled Samantha.

"So, how'd you get on? Did you get everything?" 

"Yeah, you know, I'm actually feeling kinda proud of myself."

"Great! Well, come on, girl; grab your things and your cherub. The girls are anxious to see her, and you can tell me what all you found over pizza."

And so, for tonight, at least, Samantha's evening was saved. Samantha and Jamie spent the evening talking incessantly, as was their habit, with the girls - Caroline, and Jamie's two, Rachel, 12, and Jemima, 6 - goofing off all the while. John, Jamie's doting husband, joined in the rolling conversation periodically. Not for the first time, as she enjoyed the family's company, Samantha thought how safe and secure she felt in their presence, and, despite her oft-stated fear of over-staying her welcome, their reassurances that she was always welcome at their home had finally had the intended effect. They were truly a wonderful couple, a wonderful family whom she had come to love dearly. She almost felt a part of the family. Almost. 

In her heart, she knew that, while she claimed not to be ready for a relationship, what she really wanted more than anything was some of what Jamie and John had -- happiness, total comfort with each other, security, and, most of all, to love and to be loved. 

Also not for the first time, she pondered what life would have been like if either of her husbands had been cut from the same cloth as John. Of course, had it not been for her second, awful marriage, she would not now have Caroline, so she was generally philosophical about her lot and how, despite the hurt and abuse, Caroline and James made it all worth it.

****

The next day being a Saturday, the Saturday before Christmas, in fact, Caroline didn't have school, and had arranged to spend the day at the home of Jenny, one her school friends. Samantha had called the girl's mother to ensure that this was all fine. Rebecca, Jenny's mom, had reassured her that it was fine, that she had encouraged Jenny to invite Caroline or one or two of her other friends over.

"In fact, when you bring Caroline over, why not stay yourself for a while? If you're not busy, that is. I'd welcome the company if you're not busy Christmas shopping," Rebecca had added.

So it was set; at about eleven, Samantha and Caroline were to set out for Rebecca and Jenny's home on the other side of town, a fifteen-minute journey. Having ensured that Caroline was getting ready, that they had both eaten, Samantha showered and thought about what to wear. While it was not a formal event, just hanging out with the mother of one of her daughter's friends; still, she figured she should at least look somewhat presentable. 

So, having showered, shaved, dried off and toweled her curly hair, she selected a cute denim skirt, one of her favorites, and a powder blue, semi-formal button down blouse. She always tried to keep her nails well manicured, and her lilac nail polish complemented the blouse perfectly. Thanking her lucky stars that she had good skin and features so that she really did not need to worry about makeup, she simply wiped a subtle, barely there lipstick on and checked her mascara. Slipping on her calf length boots and her jacket, they were ready. 

Caroline apparently noticed at least, as she gave her mom a hug before they stepped out of the door. 

"What's that for, sweetie?"

"You look pretty, and I love you."

"Aww, thank you, angel, I love you too sweetheart. But you know I am no match for my beautiful daughter. The boys are going to be in so much trouble when you grow older." Caroline giggled at this. "Ok, are you set?"

"Yes, mommy."

"Ok, then let's get going. Look out world, the sassiest girls in town are out on the prowl!" 

Caroline giggled again. "You're funny, mommy!"

"Thank you, dearest! "

The ride to Rebecca and Jenny's was remarkably easy and uneventful, despite the pre-Christmas traffic. Pulling into the driveway at the address that Rebecca had given her, Samantha glanced at the exterior of the house. Modest in size, it was a two-storey town house, with a single car garage. Red brickwork at the base of the house rising to the level of the first floor ceiling, which gave way to wooden siding which was painted a very pretty pastel green . The yard looked well kept, with nicely trimmed grass and, despite the almost leafless single tree, the yard was also leaf-free. 

Stepping out of the car and letting Caroline out of the back door who had already unbuckled herself as they pulled into the driveway, Samantha approached the front door, still admiring the well-kept look of the house, not seeing that Rebecca was waiting at the now open, front door. 

"Do I have leaky gutters?" she called.

"Oh, goodness, I'm sorry, no, not at all. I was just admiring your home. It's very pretty and looks like it is very well loved and taken care of," replied Samantha, blushing slightly. 

"Well thank you. Yes, I love this house. Thank goodness for Robert. He's a neighbor who helps me with the yard work and upkeep," explained Rebecca, "won't you both come in? Hi, Caroline, how are you? Jenny's through in the playroom, straight down the hall there."

"Thank you, Mrs. Ridley," Caroline said, very politely, before dashing off down in the direction indicated.

Rebecca and Samantha laughed at her as she went. "Hi, you must be Samantha, I'm Rebecca. It's so nice to meet you. Caroline is such an adorable little girl. You must be very proud of her. Jenny talks about their escapades together incessantly!"

"Uh oh!" laughed Samantha, "Thank you, yes, she's my angel. And yes, I'm Sam, Samantha. It's wonderful to meet you too," she said, smiling.

"Here, let me take your jacket, and we'll go through to the living room. Do you like coffee? Or I have soda, water, or if you're feeling adventurous, I have some beer," offered Rebecca.

"Oh goodness, it's way too early in the day for beer!" exclaimed Samantha. "Coffee's just fine, thank you. Black, one sugar, please"

"Coming right up."

A moment later, Rebecca led her guest through to the spacious living room. A large TV sat in the corner, a large, comfortable-looking, modern couch on the opposite wall, two matching chairs at the far end, and, opposite the couch, the centerpiece was a beautiful, redbrick mantel and fireplace, adorned with a brass toolset, and a red, leather and brass bellows hanging from a brass hook in the brickwork. A large wooden cocktail table with a glass top and wrought iron legs sat in front of the sofa, and the walls were decorated with a red, floral border at mantel height, with very traditional, red and white regency-striped wallpaper below, and pretty, gold, almost magnolia colored painted walls above. 

"Wow, this room is magnificent, it's beautiful," Samantha remarked, almost whispering.

"Thank you! It's rather a mish-mash of styles, but I love it. This is my sanctuary at the end of the day, once the workday is done and Jenny's in bed."

"I don't doubt it. I'd say 'eclectic' maybe?" smiled Samantha. "What do you do?"

"Won't you sit down? I work in the DA's office downtown."

"Oh? Doing what?" Samantha said, as she sat on the opposite end of the couch.

"Well, actually, I'm an assistant DA," explained Rebecca.

"Oh, I thought the name Ridley had a familiar ring to it. Do you enjoy it? That must keep you away from home for long hours?"

"I do, and it does but I'm able to go into the office early as soon as I drop Jenny off at school, most days. Sometimes I am able to pick her up, other times the Boys and Girls Club picks her up, from where I collect her once I am done. It's not perfect, but, it works out for the most part."

"And Mr. Ridley? What does he do?" asked Samantha.

"He doesn't. There is no Mr. Ridley any longer. Tom died in a car accident when Jenny was just two"

"Oh I'm so sorry, that's awful. How on earth do you cope alone with such long hours and such a responsible job?" 

"Thank you. Well, like I say, it's not perfect, but we get through it", Rebecca smiled ruefully. "And what about you, what do you do?"

"I work for an insurance agency downtown, I'm a claims adjuster. Rather boring, but it pays the bills. Well, almost."

"And so how do you cope? That must be a nine to five job, right? And you're a single mom too?" 

"Yes, it is. My neighbor, Jamie, usually picks Caroline up when she picks up her girls from school, and she stays with them until I get home. I get to pick her up myself when I have the rare day off, or if I manage to get out of the office early."

"And you're a single mom too?" pressed her friend.

"Yes, single mom," Samantha sighed. "Long story, but the quick version is, I've been divorced for four years, and glad to be rid of him, despite the financial mess he left me with," she conceded.

"Oh I'm so sorry. That's rough. He pays child support, though?"

"Once in a month of Sundays, and then only if I'm really lucky." Samantha tried to hide her bitterness. "But like I said, I'm better off without him, and I don't want his money." 

"I'm sorry and I understand. But still, he's legally obligated."

"Yeah, I know. Hasn't done me any good so far."

"Well, you know, sometimes it helps to have friends."

"Mmm, I s'pose."

"Look, I'm not going to poke my nose in, but if you need some help, let me know, OK?" offered the lawyer.

"Thanks, I appreciate it."

"So, Jenny tells me that you're English; I caught the accent. Tell me about home."

The two women sat and talked, telling each other of their past, their interests, their likes and dislikes, and of course, their previous relationships. Despite their very different upbringing and backgrounds, it seemed that they had much in common. Samantha felt very comfortable with Jenny's mom, as if she was a long time friend. Rebecca, with her long, straight blonde hair which was fetchingly clasped in a hair clip at the back of her head, dressed simply in khaki pants and an equally simple white blouse, was undeniably attractive, and equally classy; seemingly very at ease with herself, and her movements graceful. As they continued to talk, Samantha, with her shoulder-length, chestnut brown hair, could not help but admire this new friend. 

Samantha learned that Rebecca was almost the same age as Sam -- at 44, just a couple of years younger. She and Tom had met in college, but had delayed tying the knot until she had finished law school and sat her bar exam. Like Sam, he had worked in the insurance industry. Unlike Sam -- whose elder brother lived in England - Rebecca was an only child. 

They talked easily together for what seemed like just a half hour or so, but when Samantha checked her watch, she saw that three hours had passed by. The girls had come in periodically, but for the most part, they entertained themselves, and their mothers occasionally heard their daughters' squeals of delight or giggles at each other's antics.

"Oh, my gosh! Have you seen how long we've been nattering?" exclaimed Samantha.

Rebecca giggled. "Nattering? Really?" Samantha grinned. "Yeah, well, blame it on the English heritage, or my age, or .... well, anyway. We should really get going"

"Why the rush, do you have plans today?" asked Rebecca.

"Well, no, but..."

"Then stay. I can fix a light dinner. Or a late lunch. I'm sure the girls will have worked an appetite up by now, and it's just as easy to knock something up for the four of us as it would be for just me and Jenny."

Samantha laughed at Rebecca's easy mannerisms. "Well, ok, provided you're sure, but you have to promise to let me help you."

"I'm going to make no such promise. You just sit right there, it won't take me long."

In what seemed like little more than a moment, Rebecca was bringing through to the dining room two steaming plates that, closer inspection revealed, contained a good size portion of shepherd's pie with asparagus spears to the side.

"Jenny! Caroline! Come and get some food girls!" called Rebecca down the hallway.

"Oh my goodness, you didn't just make this, did you?" gasped Samantha. "This looks wonderful!"

"Well, I cheated, but yes," smiled her friend. "What would you like to drink? Water? More soda? That beer, or I have some red wine if you prefer?"

"I could get used to this!" exclaimed Samantha, "Wine would be lovely, thank you!"

As Rebecca fetched the girls' plates and glasses of fruit juice with ice cubes chinking on top, the two girls came bounding into the room, laughing and talking up a storm.

"So, what have you two been up to?" inquired Samantha.

"Oh my gosh, Mom, you'll never believe what Jenny has in her room! Guess!" cried Caroline.

"I don't know I give up. What does she have?" laughed her mother.

"A whole room full of cuddly toys, and a mirror, and jewelry, and makeup, and a makeup table and a bench, and just, wow!" 

Caroline looked comical in violet eye shadow applied inexpertly, and a little heavily, and pink rouge likewise. Samantha noticing this for the first time laughed, and said, "So I see"


Lilac Blossom Ch. 01



"It's just play make up, of course, and fake jewelry which Jenny only gets to wear it at home. Isn't that right, Jenny Wren?" asked Rebecca to her blushing daughter as she brought two glasses of wine through for the mothers.

"Yes, mommy" giggled the hyperactive little girl.

"And guess what else?" Caroline, practically bouncing in her chair asked her mom. 

"I don't know what else? Why don't you tell me before you bust a seam or something?" 

"Jenny said I could come over on Christmas Day! Can I, can I, oh, can I mommy?"

Samantha and Rebecca looked at each other, back at the girls and then just burst out laughing. "Well I rather think that that's not up to me, hon. What does Rebecca say?"

"Of course she can come over," said Rebecca, still giggling. "I had told Jenny she could invite a friend or two over if she wanted to. What are your plans -- would you like to come over too?"

"Well, our neighbors have invited us to share Christmas lunch with them," explained Samantha, "But, maybe we could come over later in the afternoon if that works for you?"

"That would be just perfect! What do you think, Jenny?"

"Caroline can come over then?"

"Yes, in the afternoon."

Jenny and Caroline squealed in unison.

"OK, girls, let's eat. Please go and wash your hands if you haven't already," Rebecca said to the excited young girls. As they headed out to the bathroom to wash up, Samantha looked across at Rebecca, and mouthed a silent "Thank you" and smiled.

Once they had all finished their food, Samantha explained to her daughter that they needed to get going, which was met with sullen, disappointed eyes until Samantha reminded her that she would see her friend on Christmas Day, which cheered up Caroline instantly. Rebecca collected her visitors' jackets and, as they headed to the door and thanked them for coming. "It's been fun," she said.

Samantha turned to her smiling. "Thank you, so much, for inviting us. It has been fun! A lot of fun."

As she turned again to the door, the blonde woman gently placed her palm on her back, saying, "We'll see you next week, then."

Samantha looked over her shoulder at her, smiled, "Yes, I'm looking forward to it, and I'm pretty sure my daughter is too!" Both women looked at Caroline who, having skipped to her mom's car was now skipping around it, her momentary sullenness completely forgotten. Both women laughed affectionately. Samantha turned back to Rebecca one last time. "Thanks again. About 4 o'clock work?"

"Absolutely."

"Great! See you then. "

During the journey home, Caroline was just a bunch of energy, talking incessantly, as only an excited, seven year old girl can. Once they were home and inside their apartment, they settled in for the evening, Caroline plonking herself on the sofa and watching reruns of i-Carly, Samantha catching up on her bills and balancing her checkbook. 

Every now and then, Sam's thoughts would turn to the visit with Rebecca. Something about the assistant DA intrigued her, but more than anything, she felt a warm glow inside at the prospect of a new friend, relieving Jamie and John of being her sole source of company.

****

Monday rolled around soon enough, and so it was back to work for Samantha, and Jamie's for Caroline. Samantha's job kept her busy. Being a claims adjuster for one of the larger insurance companies, and working in the auto insurance division, kept her busy at the best of times, but the winter was even busier than usual. And so, with the approaching holiday, and the scheduled office closure, the pressure was on her to clear her desk as much as possible to be ready for the post-break rush of claims. Still, her thoughts kept straying to Rebecca, wondering how busy an assistant DA's life is around this time of year. More than once she considered calling her and suggesting they "do lunch" together -- such a cliché, but she could not think of a better way of phrasing it without it sounding like a date. 

She pushed such thoughts aside, since the pressure she put herself under, ably assisted by her manager, kept any thoughts of lunch from the forefront of her mind. 

Friday, Christmas Eve, rolled around soon enough, and, with the office being closed, she spent the morning with Caroline, during which time they baked and frosted several batches of holiday cookies: one batch to take to Jamie's, another to take to Rebecca's, another for the bakers to keep for themselves, and the final batch 'just in case.' The afternoon was spent snuggled together with Caroline under the one blanket, relaxing and watching several chick flicks and soppy holiday movies. Samantha still treasured her time spent with her daughter, and they really didn't get as much mother and daughter time together as she would have liked, so Christmas Eve turned out to be a very special time for her. Inevitably, of course, Caroline started to get more and more fidgety as the evening set in, getting excited for Santa's arrival. This tore at Sam's heartstrings somewhat, because, being of limited means, she was not able to spend much money on presents, and so she was not able to lavish her daughter with all the latest gadgets, trendy toys or gizmos. However, she had become the consummate bargain shopper, finding some really cute presents for very little money, which she knew, or at least hoped, Caroline would just love. 

As bedtime got closer, Caroline was anxious to get a glass of milk and a cookie ready for Santa. Having set these out, Caroline changed into her pajamas and brushed her teeth before climbing into her bed and calling for her mom. Samantha walked into her daughter's room to tuck her in, just as she had done every night for the last four years. She could not help a flicker of a smile from crossing her lips as she thought that, while her ex-husband may have hurt her financially and emotionally, she had ended up with the better end of the deal, raising her daughter and tucking her in every night. As she kissed her goodnight, she silently wished that Caroline would not grow up too fast.

Samantha returned to her small, yet quaintly furnished living room, and as she settled in for the evening, her thoughts returned to Rebecca. She wondered how the lawyer was enjoying her evening. As it happened, a similar thought was crossing Rebecca's mind, wondering about Samantha, at precisely the same time.

Christmas morning came, and with it, an excited seven year old bouncing on Sam's bed. "Mommy! Mommy! Santa came! Get up!"

"Well alright!" laughed her mother. "Well, then, let's see what he got you, shall we? But first, mommy needs to pee and get some coffee. Why don't you run into the living room -- no wait, walk! Walk, into the living room, and figure out which present you want to open first, and I'll join you there in just a minute" 

Looking at her clock as she roused herself, Sam groaned as she saw that it was not yet 7 o'clock. "Thank god it's only once a year," she muttered as she pulled on her robe. Once she had started the coffee maker gurgling, she walked through to the living room to an excited daughter who was practically climbing the walls with excitement. God, I hope she likes them, Samantha thought as she sat down. "OK, so which one is it to be?"

"This one, I want this one"

"Well alrighty then, let's see what's in it? Who's it from?"

"Santa! It's from Santa!"

Caroline started tearing off the wrapper and found a puppy, a stuffed puppy inside, which Samantha had found in a mark down bin at Wal-Mart. "Oh mommy, he's so cute! How did Santa know -- I didn't even have this on my list?"

"I don't know, hon. He's just good like that"

As the wrappers flew off, Caroline grew more and more excited, if that was even possible, her face glowing with pleasure. Samantha gradually relaxed, realizing that she was going to survive; her daughter was not disappointed. Quite the opposite. Somehow, even though she was sure that Caroline would love all that she had bought, there was still the doubt that, because there were none of the expensive toys, or name brand clothes, that her daughter's school friends were undoubtedly unwrapping about now, Caroline clearly wasn't disappointed. 

After all the excitement was over, the wrappers disposed of, and the list for thank you notes compiled, Samantha set about making breakfast for them. Meanwhile, Caroline settled in to her remarkably sparse haul of gifts, in Samantha's mind, but it did not bother her daughter. Maybe she gets it better than I do. Maybe I am just so anxious to not disappoint her, that I'm missing the point altogether, she mused. As if reading her thoughts, Caroline looked up at her mom as she saw her. "Mommy, I wish all children could be as lucky as I am, but they're not, are they?"

"No, angel. No, they're not"

"Could I share some of my gifts with them?"

"If that's what you would like to do, angel, of course you can," Samantha replied, her voice close to cracking.

"And Mommy, you know what the best part of Christmas is for me?"

"No honey, what is it?"

"Having you here. And then we get to see Rachel and Jemima, and then Jenny too. That's the best part. But mostly you." 

"Aww!"

"Thank you, Mommy."

"For what?"

"For being my Mommy."

"Oh angel! Come here!"

Samantha wrapped her arms around her daughter in a deep embrace, as tears rolled down her cheeks. She definitely gets it. 

After breakfast and a relaxing morning, Samantha and Caroline readied themselves to visit and eat lunch with Jamie and her family. Samantha changed into a knee length, woolen skirt and a plain white blouse, while Caroline wore her obligatory faded jeans and Disney Princesses sweat top. Jamie had instructed Samantha not to worry about preparing any food, as she was going to take care of everything this year; "We can discuss arrangements for next year in a year's time," she had told her, and Samantha's protests had fallen on deaf ears. So, donning their jackets and collecting the bag with the very modest presents that Samantha had bought for everyone, they walked along the street to Jamie's at just before one. 

"Come in! Merry Christmas!" Jamie enthused as she opened the door. "I hope you're hungry, Caroline?"

"She's always hungry," laughed her mother. "Hi! Merry Christmas, Jamie! Where is everyone?"

"Oh they're all through in the living room. Come on through. Here, give me your coats, I'll hang them up for you."

"Come on, angel, let's put these under the tree," Samantha suggested as they walked through. 

As they entered the living room, all lit up with lights hung round the walls and a beautifully lit tree in the corner, the girls squealed with excitement on seeing each other. As they rushed upstairs to Rachel's room Jamie called after them "Half an hour girls!" 

"Hey John, Merry Christmas! How are you?"

"Good, thanks! Merry Christmas! How about you?"

"Actually, really good, thanks."

"Well that's great! Anything in particular causing that?"

As Jamie sat down, Samantha recounted her Christmas morning, and how Caroline's reaction had moved her to tears. "And then there's Rebecca," she continued.

"Who's Rebecca?" Jamie inquired. 

Samantha explained how she had met the lawyer, the fun that their daughters had had together, and how much she had enjoyed Rebecca's company. 

"Well that's wonderful, Sam!" exclaimed Jamie.

"So what about you guys; what's been going on with you? How has your Christmas been?"

"Not much to tell really. It's been fun, rather laid back, which I like. The girls were excited, of course, and did VERY well from both Santa and the grandparents, thank you very much! But, no, it's been quiet mostly, kinda nice, actually!" 

"Well all except for my office party," interjected John. 

"Oh god, yes! I'd forgotten about that!"

"Why, what happened?"

John explained. "Well, as always, wives, husbands and significant others are invited, and it was held this year at that new upscale restaurant downtown. You know the one - on the corner of 9th and Main?"

"Oh yes, what's it called? Simply Divine?"

"Yes, something like that. Divine Something? Simply Heaven?"

"Delightfully Divine, dear," corrected Jamie.

"Oh, right, yes. Anyway, so we get there and the office managers and their wives are all there already, gathered round the bar, and obviously already well oiled, but not many others had arrived yet. We grab a drink at the bar -- and it's all paid for, you know, by the company. So I got a beer, and I think, Jamie, you had a Martini? Well we sit down and are talking together, and a few others drifted in. But by the time the meal starts, David, one of the junior partners, is pretty well sloshed. His wife, Jacqui, is pissed -- at him, that is. 

"Anyway, so we order our food -- also paid for -- and as we're eating, talking and drinking, Jeffrey's wife, he's another junior partner and he's also pretty well wasted, and his wife, umm, Cyndi, I think, she starts hitting on Jacqui!"

"On Jacqui?! Oh my!"

"Yep! After the meal, and the floor was cleared to make way for the dance floor -- we had the place to ourselves - these two women are up there dancing together while their men are just, you know, out of it. Not quite passed out, but pretty close. And let me tell you, both women are gorgeous, simply stunning. So they're doing the whole dirty dancing thing, and there are others on the floor as well, of course. Next thing we know, they're locked in a major smooch and Cyndi has her hand inside Jacqui's top. They disappeared shortly after that. Nobody knows where they went to, but rumor has it that they ended up at some hotel for the rest of the night."

"Really? Wow!" Sam exclaimed, yet she also seemed to have a faraway look on her face.

"It was the hottest damn thing I've ever seen, let me tell you."

"Lord help me! My husband is a dork!" Jamie laughed, shaking her head in mock dismay. "Anyway, lunch should be about ready. Let me just get it dished up and we'll be ready. Would you like to come through, Sam, I'll get you a drink?"

The two friends walked through to the kitchen and chatted, while Jamie served out the food, and each enjoyed a glass of wine. "Sorry about him, he's incorrigible! But it's kinda funny, all the same, isn't it?"

"Hmm? Yes, oh yes. Not the usual office party antics one expects, with the junior party screwing the big-boobed secretary."

"Are you ok, Sam? You seem rather, distant."

"Oh yes, I'm good Just thinking."

"About Rebecca? Do you like her?" Samantha had told her neighbor of her bi-sexuality long ago. 

"Yes, Rebecca. And... I don't know. I like her company, based on one afternoon, so it's too early to say. Plus she's straight. She's a widow. But, there IS something about her. "

"Well, time will tell. When are you going to see her next?"

"This afternoon -- we're going over there about four."

"Well, then, I hope you all have fun. Let's eat."

They carried the food through to the dining room together, as Jamie called for the girls and John to join them. Jamie had prepared a full Christmas dinner -- turkey, green bean casserole, sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes, and, of course, gravy and stuffing. It was wonderful! Everyone was talking and laughing at once, or so it seemed, all through dinner, but the subject of Rebecca was not broached again between Jamie and Samantha, for which Samantha was grateful. Although John was a wonderful man, she really did not want him leering at the prospect of her together with another woman, and she certainly did not want to let on to Caroline that she liked her friend's mom.

Once the women had cleared away the plates and they had returned with the rest of the family to the living room, john clapped his hands together and announced, "Present time! Me first."

"Hey!" exclaimed Rachel.

John smirked and picked up a slender package, and handed it to Samantha. "This is for you, Sam, dear, from the both of us. And no arguments."

"Oh, wow! Thank you! What is it?"

"Open it mommy!" cried Caroline.

"You heard the girl," encouraged Jamie. "Go ahead." She was smiling all over her face as she watched Samantha's fingers sliding under the corner of the wrapper, tearing it open neatly. "Come on mommy! Hurry up!"

"Ok, ok! Hold on, angel! Gee!" laughed her mom. "Oh my gosh! Oh wow. Oh guys, you shouldn't have. I can't" In her hands, she held two one hundred dollar bills.

"We said no arguments, hon. It's yours; we want you to have it, and I know you can use it," Jamie explained.

Samantha leaned over to her friend, hugging her tightly. As Jamie returned the hug as Samantha sobbed, "Oh, Jamie, thank you, thank you, thank you. You really shouldn't have, but thank you; you are a life saver!"

"You're welcome, Sam. Enjoy it."

"I'm almost embarrassed to give you this now," Samantha said as she recovered herself, and handing Jamie a small present. "And this one's for you, John. Thank you again."

"You're welcome, hon." As John unwrapped his gift, Jamie squealed with delight and wrapped her arms around Samantha again. "I love it! Thank you!"

"What is it, mom?" Jamie's elder daughter asked.

"It's that silk scarf I told you about, John. Rachel, Jemima, look, isn't it pretty? Sam and I were out shopping at the mall a few weeks ago, and I commented on how pretty it was. But how ever did you afford it, Sam? They weren't cheap, as I remember"

Samantha smiled. "I looked around, and found the same thing for a fraction of the price somewhere else."

"You're a remarkable woman; do you know that, Samantha Jones? Thank you!"

"And thank you for mine, too, Sam. This is great, I love it." John held up his gift, a very brightly colored tie. "I love ties."

"I know you do; you think I haven't noticed how you always wear such bright ties when you leave for work." Samantha felt very proud of herself, pleasing both her neighbors for less than twenty dollars. "And now, Rachel, Jemima, I think there is one for each of you too, would you like to look?"

The girls fished out their presents, and there was one for Caroline too, from Jamie and John. The two sisters were equally pleased. Rachel's T-shirt was adorable, and Jemima was excited about her beading set. Caroline was pleased also, with the bracelet she received from Jamie and John. 

Soon it was time for Sam and Caroline to head out, so that they could get over to see Rebecca and Jenny. Sam gave both John and Jamie a big hug as they prepared to leave. "Thank you, again. For everything," she said to each of them in turn. "And you two!" she smiled as she stooped down to hug the two girls, who looked both angelic and mischievous at once; "You each have a wonderful Christmas afternoon, you hear me?" Caroline also gave Rachel and Jemima a hug. 

"You'd think we were not going to see each other for months, wouldn't you?" chuckled Jamie. 

"I know, right? Love you guys"

"Love you too, Sam. And you, too, Caroline; love you, sweetie."

"Ok, young lady, are you ready to go see Jenny now?" Sam asked her daughter as they were getting into the car.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" came the excited response.

"Well, alrighty then, let's go!"

Rebecca greeted them at the door fifteen minutes later with a warm smile. Just behind her in the hallway, Jenny could be seen hopping from one foot to the other. Sam giggled. "Is she excited, or need to pee?"

"Excited. At least, I think," 

As Rebecca met them at the door, she embraced Sam. "Come here, you! Happy Christmas, hon!"

"Happy Christmas, Rebecca"

"And Happy Christmas, Caroline! How's your day been so far?"

"Great thanks! Happy Christmas, Mrs. Ridley," Caroline returned, returning the hug her friend's mother gave her.

"Oh, come on now, just call me Becky."

"Happy Christmas, Becky!" Caroline's cheeks turned red with pleasure.

"Oh, I'm sorry, do you prefer Becky?" Sam asked.

"Either's good, so no sweat."




Lilac Blossom Ch. 01



"But you prefer Becky?"

"I like both, honestly; most of my friends and relatives, Jenny's friends, have all called me Becky since I was a kid, as did Tom. My parents always insisted on Rebecca, of course. But, I actually have come to prefer Rebecca, if truth be told."

"Ok, I don't feel so bad, then!"

"Oh nonsense, there's no need to feel bad either way! Come on through. Jenny, do you and Caroline want to come and join us for a while?"

"Sure Mom!"

"She's so polite! You must be proud of her?"

"Oh, she has her moments, like any kid. But yes, I'm very proud of her. She knows how to behave when she needs to. The same can be said for Caroline. She's always so sweet and polite when I see her at school."

"Don't be fooled! She may be my angel, but she has a streak of the devil in her once in a while!"

"Mom!"

Both women laughed. "I'm just teasing you, angel. She's really very well behaved most of the time, and her teachers always complement her behavior. I think I'll keep her!" her mother said, as she hugged her daughter tightly round her neck. 

As they all sat down, the two girls on the sofa, the women each in one of the chairs, Rebecca suggested to her daughter that she hand out the presents. "But you're not allowed to open them until they are all handed out," she warned her guests. 

"Well, if that's the game, I'd better have Caroline hand ours out too. Angel, would you hand these out please?" as she passed her daughter the bag she had brought in with her. 

Once all the gifts were distributed, Rebecca held a thick envelope, each of the girls held a neatly wrapped package, as did Samantha. "Ok, ladies, let's open them," announced Rebecca. Rustling and tearing of wrappers ensued. 

"Oh mommy, look!" cried Caroline. "A Princess nightie, and an invitation to a sleepover!"

"Oh wow! When is it?"

"New Year's Eve"

"Well, that's very nice. Say thank you!"

"Oh thank you, Becky, thank you Jenny. Can I go, Mommy?"

"Of course you can!" smiled Sam. 

"What did you get, Jenny?" asked her mother.

"Some furry slippers, they're neat! Thank you Mrs. Jones, thank you Carrie!"

"You're very welcome, hon. And it's Sam, please."

"Thank you, Sam. I'll wear them at the sleepover! What did you get Mom?"

"Well, I got a very nice invitation, and a beautiful silk scarf, folded up inside this envelope. Thank you, Sam; it's very pretty, and I'd love to."

"What's it an invitation to?" Jenny urged.

"To dinner with Sam at her home. Which I accept gladly," smiled the lawyer.

"I'm sorry it's not much, but I owe you, and, it's my pleasure," Sam said, blushing slightly.

"Oh nonsense, you don't owe me a thing, but I'd still love to come. And you'll come over for New Year too? There's a spare bedroom, so you'd me more than welcome to stay"

"Oh wow! I hadn't really thought that far ahead, but, sure, why not, it might be fun. Thank you!"

"You're most welcome. Besides, if I have two hyperactive young girls here, I'm sure I'm going to need some adult company to keep me sane," she laughed. "Just bring an overnight bag; nothing else, ok?"

"Umm, can't I at least bring some wine or something? Some deserts?"

"Absolutely not! I insist!"

"Well, ok, then, since you insist," giggled Sam.

The remainder of the evening was very pleasant. The two mothers settled in to a night of easy, casual conversation and watching "Coyote Ugly," not a terribly festive movie, but one that turned out to be a favorite for both of them. The girls disappeared into Jenny's room, giggling. Later, about an hour before it was time for Samantha and her daughter to leave, Rebecca served mince pies, at which Sam squealed with delight. 

"Oh my gosh! Where did you find them?"

"At the import store downtown."

"How did you know?"

"I did a little research. I figured I would try to make you feel a little more at home. I asked the guy behind the counter what was the most traditional English festive dessert, and he suggested either these or Christmas pudding. That looked a little much for me, but these, I figured we could all enjoy them."

"That is SO sweet of you! Thank you. I LOVE mince pies!"

"What are mince pies, mommy?" asked Jenny.

"I'm not entirely sure, so let's find out, shall we?"

Jenny clearly was not sure, and screwed up her nose a little after she tried a taste, at which the women laughed affectionately. "It's ok, hon. There's some chocolate pie in the fridge if you prefer," chuckled her mother. "Why don't you get some for Carrie too?"

At which invitation, Jenny leapt up from the couch and practically ran into the kitchen. A few moments later she reappeared, beaming all over her face, with two dishes, each containing a good-sized portion of chocolate pudding pie and whipped cream. Handing one to Caroline, who had already devoured her mince pie with relish, she sat back down to consume her prize. She looked up at her mother, then at Samantha, and, seeing that both women were smiling, and watching her in silence, she giggled. "What?"

"Nothing, sweetheart. You're just too cute for your own good sometimes, is all," smiled Rebecca, answering for the both of them. 

As the evening wound to a close, Rebecca rose to collect her guests' jackets. 

"Well, it's been just lovely. Thank you so much for inviting us. This has truly been one of the most enjoyable Christmases that I can remember," gushed Sam on the threshold. 

"It has for me too. Thank you for coming." As Rebecca spoke, she took Samantha's hand and squeezed it tenderly. Sam felt a shiver run down her back. "Cold?"

"No," laughed Samantha. "Just ..." She trailed off, that same faraway look in her eyes. 

"Well, thank you again for coming. See you in a week?"

"Absolutely! Wouldn't miss it!"

And so, they parted. Rebecca remained on the doorstep, watching, as Samantha pulled out with Caroline safely ensconced in the back seat. As she drove them home, Sam could not help her mind running through all that had happened that day, and especially during the evening, from Jamie's inquiry as to whether Sam liked Rebecca, to Rebecca's words as she accepted her invitation, and especially, to that squeeze of her hand. Lady, you could be in trouble here, she mused. But she's straight, as a dye. You are being ridiculous.

"Mommy, are you alright?" The question from the back seat startled her.

"Oh yes, angel, thank you. Mommy is just thinking. And tired."

"What are you thinking about?"

"Oh, nothing special," she lied.

"Is it Becky?"

Damn! Even my seven year old sees it!

"No. Well, yes. I was just thinking what a lovely evening we had." She caught her second lie in less than a minute, and replaced it with a half-truth. What is WRONG with you, woman? "Did you two have fun too?"

"Yes! It was awesome! And we're going to spend New Year's Eve with them too?"

"Yes we are," laughed her mom. "That's something to look forward to, isn't it?"

"I can't wait!"

Samantha could not help but giggle at her daughter's enthusiasm, which mirrored her own. Why are you so taken with this woman? What is it about her? She left her own question go unanswered. 

As she settled down in bed later that night, her thoughts drifted back to Rebecca again, and to that hand squeeze. Aren't you just reading a little too much into that? It was just a friendly gesture. Later: Aren't you just getting a little ahead of yourself here? Besides, she's straight. And you're not exactly Miss Dyke of the Year, are you, now? What would Caroline think? Yet, she could not stop the thoughts coming. As she drifted off to sleep, the image of Rebecca's smiling face filled her thoughts, and of that same face gently leaning in closer, closer, smelling her perfume, feeling her breath as their lips touched, ever so gently. 

****

It was late in the afternoon of the 31st, New Years Eve, and the Jones household was in a state of excitement. The week had flown by, although, in Samantha's mind, it seemed that each successive hour and minute passed by slower than its predecessor did as Friday drew closer. Nevertheless, Friday had arrived, and the clock now stood at 4 o'clock; already they had showered, and were currently dressed in jeans and T-shirts, mother and daughter alike. Samantha was busy preparing some food for them while they watched one of Carrie's favorite Disney movies, Finding Nemo, to help pass the time. Caroline came bounding into the kitchen, like a tightly coiled spring, waiting to be unleashed. "Is it time yet?"

"No honey," laughed Sam. "Why don't you play one of your games for five minutes, and then it will be?"

Caroline slouched off out of the kitchen, a picture of despondency. Sam giggled. "You're too much, you know that, don't you, angel?" she called after her.

"Yes, Mommy, I know!"

Five minutes later, Sam brought through the food -- ham and beans, one of Carrie's favorites -- and they ate while watching the movie once more. Once it was over, for the second time, Sam took the dishes to the kitchen and loaded the dishwasher; then it was time to get ready. The two of them slipped into the clothes that they had already selected -- Sam had chosen a simple lavender-colored, short-sleeved dress -- and, once Sam had applied her makeup and a little perfume, they were ready. 

Arriving at Rebecca's shortly before six -- Samantha prided herself on her punctuality - they were met at the door by Rebecca dressed in a flowing white skirt and a figure-hugging pink cashmere sweater. She looked radiant. As Sam stepped out of the car and glanced at the beauty stood before her, she gasped; her heart skipped a beat, and a shiver ran simultaneously up her spine back down to her loins, and, just for a moment, her knees almost gave way, causing her to stumble slightly as she alighted.

Rebecca stepped toward the older woman. "You OK there?" 

"Oh yes, thanks," Samantha blushed. "I seem to have a habit of making less than graceful entries, don't I?"

Rebecca chuckled as Samantha and Caroline -- who, unlike her mother, had exited the car without incident -- approached. "Hi," she grinned.

"Hi yourself! You look beautiful. Doesn't she Carrie?"

Caroline's response went unheard as the two women embraced. "Thank you, sweetie. So do you. I'm so glad you could make it," 

"I wouldn't have missed it for the world."

"And welcome Carrie!" Rebecca smiled at the younger Jones as she released her mother. "Jenny is in her bedroom and will be down in a moment. Come on in, both of you." She took their jackets and the overnight bags from the doorstep. "Actually, won't you follow me upstairs, and I'll show you to your room, Sam. Carrie, come up too -- you know where Jenny's bedroom is." 

She escorted them up the single flight of stairs and knocked on Jenny's door. "Open up, Carrie's here, honey." The door swung open, and the two friends immediately launched into a cacophony of animated chatter.

"This way," as she led Sam down the hallway. That's my room there, this is yours," she led her guest into the adjoining room. Make yourself comfortable. The bathroom's across the hall, though you do have a sink in the corner there," she pointed to a closet door. The room was gorgeous, with the queen sized sleigh bed dressed in a pale green and pink, lacy linen set, matching drapes, with a chest, nightstand and dresser to match the bed. 

"Oh wow, this is beautiful. This is the guest room?"

"Yes -- the furniture was Tom's choice, the linen's mine, of course. My room, our old one, is a little less imposing. All this dark wood is a little much for my tastes."

"May I see?"

"Of course."

She led Sam back to her own room, which was decorated with an exquisite white suite, with a distinct cottage feel to it. The linens and drapes -- matching, of course -- were in a soft lilac, with frilled details and edging. The room was huge -- adding to the cottage feel of the furniture, as it seemed smaller than it might in a smaller room. In the corner sat a white, upholstered rocking chair and lamp table, a pretty lamp atop, with a frilly shade to match the rest of the décor. On the opposite wall, three doors led to two walk-in closets and an en suite full bathroom. And it was all spotlessly clean and tidy. 

"Wow! It's gorgeous. This is what I call a bedroom. And I just love the color scheme -- I love lilac. It's beautiful, Rebecca!"

"Thank you," she smiled. "Glad you like it. Ready?"

Samantha gave her friend a quizzical look. 

"To go back downstairs."

"Oh, sure."

Rebecca giggled at Sam's blush. "Come on then."

After checking in on the girls, the two women headed back down the stairs to the living room, where Rebecca lit an aromatic candle.

"Hmm, lilac! That's one of my favorites," exclaimed Sam.

"Me too."

Sitting herself next to Samantha on the sofa, Rebecca looked directly into Sam's eyes, and her soul, or so it seemed to the elder woman. They held the gaze for a minute longer than might be considered normal for mere friends. 

"Oh come here, you, I'm so glad you could make it," gushed Rebecca as the two embraced. Gently kissing each other's cheeks, Samantha responded 

"Oh me too. I'm so pleased I met you." Sam held on to her tightly. Inside, she was aglow. It felt as if her insides were melting, as if her inner core was molten lava, and it was beginning to seep out through the one available fissure. She felt a little light-headed. She felt herself gently swaying with this gorgeous, gregarious and most engaging woman in her arms. 

"Mmm, me too hon," she repeated dreamily. A squadron of butterflies was deploying inside her, and someone had installed an amplifier on her heart.

Breaking their embrace, Rebecca inquired, "OK, what's it to be, lady? A movie? Music? A dance?"

"A... a what? A dance?"

"Sure, why not? It's New Year's Eve isn't it?"

"I guess so. Heck, why not? Let's do it!" And with that, Sam leapt up and swept the lawyer onto her feet too. "What ya got? Rock'n'Roll? Dance? R&B?"

"How about.... this?" Rebecca purred as she lightly touched the stereo, and The Righteous Brothers' soulful voices drifted out, singing "Unchained Melody".

"Oh!" Samantha exclaimed. And a smile slowly lit up her face as she leaned into Rebecca, and pulled her in. 

"This was unexpected, but who am I to disappoint such a beautiful woman?" Rebecca simply smiled at the comment. Samantha rested her head on the lawyer's shoulder, enjoying the closeness and warmth of her body. She could feel Rebecca's breasts squashed up to her own, feel her hardening nipples through her bra pushing into her own flesh, as she felt her own nipples harden almost painfully. 

The feeling was exquisite. She could smell Rebecca's floral perfume -- not at all overpowering, just subtle, womanly, and beautiful, like Rebecca herself. As she molded her own body into Rebecca's, and they slowly started to rotate in the middle of the living room, the world slid imperceptibly away, until all that was left was her and Rebecca. Rebecca's head, like her own, was rested on her partner's shoulder. Sam's entire consciousness was focused on this woman in her arms. Her body was all a-tingle; she could feel every contour of Rebecca through her dress, her every oh-so graceful move, as their legs entwined as they rotated. No, glided. To describe their movements as rotating seemed so ordinary, so run-of-the-mill. She felt like they were gliding on air. She felt Rebecca's mound pressed against her own, and her felt herself moisten as they held each other close. 

Sam turned her head, and lightly brushed Rebecca's slender neck with her lips. She felt, rather than heard, Rebecca's moan reverberating against her shoulder. 

"That's nice" Sam continued her light touches with her lips, moving up behind the blonde's earlobes. 

"Mmm," came her reward. Inhaling deeply, Sam felt that she was breathing Rebecca into her very core; she could feel her very essence fill her lungs, she felt that her heart was pumping pure Rebecca through her veins and arteries. 

As the song came to an end, the strains of Berlin's "Take My Breath Away" wafted over them. Rebecca turned her head to meet Sam's, and she gently pressed her lips against Sam's. Sam felt her knees weaken. Her senses were swimming in a sea of Rebecca, and she wanted to drown in her. They exchanged kisses, mere brushes against the other's lips, inhaling each other, she could feel her heart double timing in her chest -- or was it Rebecca's? It must be Rebecca's on reflection, since her own had melted into the lava, along with her loins, which were also now molten heat. As the song ended, Rebecca loosened her grip, and a more up-tempo tune filled the room. Rebecca took Sam's hands and led her waltzing round the room. So they continued, as their passion subsided, replaced with giggles and gleaming eyes and skin. Sam felt giddy from the mix of emotions and the energy coursing through her veins. Finally, exhausted, they both slumped onto the sofa.

"Oh, my goodness!" was all Sam could say. Her breathe ragged from exertion and emotion. "I don't know what to say. I had no idea. I thought it was just me. You planned it all, didn't you?" Her finger jabbed Rebecca's side playfully, eliciting a delighted squeal from the younger woman. 

"Yes, yes, OK, yes! Stop! I did, yes. Stop, stop, no don't, don't stop! Oh stop! OK, OK! I surrender!" howled Rebecca, laughing helplessly as Sam continued to tickle her. 

Allowing her friend to recover, momentarily, Sam asked her, "How did you know? What if you had been wrong?" 

"I'm paid to observe people's reactions, and I saw it in your eyes, which were a reflection of how I was feeling," she returned.

Sam leaned into her, kissed her once more, tenderly, gently, and lightly brushed the strands of blonde hair from Rebecca's eyes with the back of her hand as she did so. 

"I'm so pleased you did. I was so taken with you from the first moment I saw you, but so sure that you couldn't return the feeling."

"Why? You're beautiful."

"I figured you were straight, that you would have no interest in a woman, in me. I was just so grateful to find a new friend, I assumed it was my lonely heart jumping to conclusions and running away with itself."

"Well, now you know. I'm not, even though I was happily married to Tom, and I am, very, very much interested in you. You're a beautiful, wonderful, amazing woman, Samantha Jones."

"Thank you," smiled Samantha. "So are you, you know. You do know that, don't you?"

"Only when I look in your eyes. I didn't, honestly. I figured I was done, on the shelf, but when I see my reflection in your eyes, the way you look at me, I can see myself anew, as you possibly see me."

They kissed again, and embraced warmly, lovingly. 

"So, my dear, would you like a glass of wine? We have a whole evening to fill."

"That would be lovely, thank you."

That night, as Sam lay in the guest bed, she had a contented smile on her face. They had spent the remainder of the evening alternately cuddled up together watching movies, eating, drinking a little wine entertaining, or being entertained by, their daughters. More tender kisses were exchanged on the stroke of midnight, and motherly kisses for each of their daughters. And while, it was obvious to all assembled, that a different stage of their relationship had begun, the women had decided that it would be best if they slept in separate beds, for their daughters' sakes. But it was evident to both, that the new year, and the new decade, would bring with it a new tide.

***

The sun shone brightly through the windows of the guest room on the morning of January 1, waking Samantha from her reverie. That and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Stretching, she yawned and checked her watch. She checked again, to be sure she had read it correctly -- sure enough, it insisted that it was 10:05am.





Lilac Blossom Ch. 02



As before, all characters and events in this story are entirely fictitious. This is the second - and final - chapter; readers are advised to read the first chapter before reading this. 

Thank you all for your (mostly) kind comments. Please keep them coming! 



Samantha awoke to Rebecca's gentle kisses on her eyelids. 

"Hi there, beautiful."

Samantha smiled back at her lover. "Hi. What time is it?"

"Time to get up and return to being a mother. Jamie just called, wanting to know whether we would like her to feed the girls. I told her to go ahead, and we'd be ready for them in about an hour."

"OK. She has your number?"

"No, I answered your phone when I saw who it was. You were sound asleep and looked so peaceful. I didn't want to wake you. I hope you don't mind?"

"No, sweetie, of course not. Thank you."

"So, let's get showered. Then we can go and eat before we meet the girls. What would you like to eat?"

"You." Sam wore a devilish grin.

Rebecca chuckled. "Ooh, that does sound good, but later hon. Let's get ready for the girls, or they're gonna think we abandoned them."

"Why, how long have I been asleep?"

"About four hours."

"Oh my god! We've got to get up!"

Rebecca laughed. "Yes ma'am. That's kinda what I was thinking."

"Smartass!"

"Right again. Now, are you gonna get up, or do I have to drag you out of bed?"

"Ok, ok, just give me a second. Sheesh, you are so demanding!" Samantha grinned

"Oh you have no idea honey. You have no idea!" Rebecca's eyes sparkled as she returned the grin.

"Come here, I need to tell you something." 

Rebecca knelt down on the bed next to Samantha. "OK?"

Samantha reached her hands up and, cupping Rebecca's face in her hands, pulled her in for a tender kiss. As she reciprocated, Rebecca moaned into Sam's mouth. Adjusting her position, she laid herself down next to her lover and embraced her as their kiss deepened. Sam's tongue probed her lips, and the lawyer parted her lips to allow her entry. The welcome invader explored and filled her completely, as she felt her nipples harden in response, and her nether regions moisten; she moaned into Sam's mouth.

As they came up for air, Rebecca looked into her lover's eyes. "Honey, I'd love to, but you know our girls are waiting for us."

Sam sighed. "Yes, I know. I just...."

"Honey, I'm not going anywhere. I'm yours, utterly, completely."

"You mean that?" Sam's voice quivered. "Truly?"

"Of course. From the bottom of my heart and with my entire being. I love you, Samantha Jones."

Samantha buried her head into Rebecca's shoulder and wept, as Rebecca embraced her, gently rocking her. As her tears gradually subsided, she looked up at her lover, who gently kissed her eyelids and forehead. "I...I..."

"You don't have to explain, sweetheart. I understand."

"I know, but I need to."

"OK."

"I am just so afraid of losing you. This has all happened so quickly. Talk about being swept off my feet," she smiled ruefully. Rebecca smiled back at her. "I'm just so..., I love you, yet I'm scared to too."

"I won't hurt you, I promise," Rebecca reassured her. "I understand entirely, I really do. And it's not as if I make a habit of falling in love so completely, so fast. I really don't. You have just captivated my heart as surely as if you had a net. And now that I've met and fallen in love with you, I couldn't imagine my life without you in it. "

Sam leaned up and touched her lips against Rebecca's, then nestled her head back on her shoulder and embraced her tightly. "I love you, Rebecca." Rebecca ran her fingers through the older woman's hair, caressing her, while she reposed on her shoulder until she stirred. Cupping Sam's face in her hands, she kissed her; "Shower?"

"Sure."

***

Monday morning brought with it a return to the normal routine, which seemed to be almost surreal to Rebecca. In the office, she fielded the usual post break questions: how was your holiday? Did you have fun? What did you do? She was non-committal as always, offering the usual "Good, thank you. And you?" response that was expected. The only person she opened up to was Geraldine, her secretary-cum-assistant. 

Geraldine, or Geri, as she preferred, was a fair bit younger than Rebecca. At 35, she was almost a generation behind her boss, yet was also woman enough to have had her share of life too. As a result, the two women were able to bond closely, sharing an almost sisterly level of affection for each other, although their relationship remained almost entirely professional. They had shared the occasional lunchtime drink together, but their socializing had not extended much beyond. Nonetheless, they confided in each other regularly. When Rebecca needed a girlfriend to turn to, with whom to share her concerns, professional or personal, it was to Geri that she usually turned. 

Thus was the case that Monday morning. When Rebecca exchanged greetings with her and Geri asked her the obligatory questions, Rebecca told her all that had happened. 

She had long ago confided in her assistant that she was bi-sexual, but, unlike her lover, Rebecca had had more experience with women, both before Tom and since, although this experience usually consisted of the occasional one night stand following a rare night out at an out-of-town lesbian bar. Given her position, Rebecca had to be as discreet as possible, to protect herself, her position and the standing of her office - to not compromise either herself or her position, or to put the district attorney into a difficult position - and, especially, her daughter. 

Even so, Geri was stunned when she learned that the person who had so quickly captured her boss' heart was another woman. "God, Becky, you're really going to have to keep a tight lid on this."

"I know, and I have no idea how I'm going to do that. Or even if I want to."

"You realize that if it comes out, you will likely have to resign your position?"

"I know. And I've thought about that, hard. It might be that I have to resign before it does come to light, to protect Sam and Carrie, as well as Jenny."

"Wow."

"I know."

"You realize that it will still come to light. Those bastards at the Chronicle will keep digging until they find something on you. You know it."

"Yes. I know it. I just don't know what to do for the best, to protect those that I love."

"You really love her that much, to give up all this?"

Rebecca snorted.

"OK, point taken. But still."

"I know," the lawyer sighed. "What do you think I should do?"

"Hell, I dunno, hon."

"Me neither."

One thing that she did know, however, was that this was a decision on which she would need Samantha's input , and she was not looking forward the conversation that she would need to have with Sam, and soon. She did not relish the thought of that conversation; as if this wasn't already moving too fast, even for her, but for Sam? Would she even be able to cope with it? Would her desire to protect Sam and their daughters be the very thing that drove Sam away? As she went back to work, she was filled with a deep sense of apprehension. 

That evening, as she drove home, her mind was a whirlwind, trying to determine what was the best course of action, how to broach the subject with Samantha. She picked up Jenny en route, and, by the time she arrived home, she had developed a headache that showed no signs of abating. 

Once dinner was over and she had showered, she decided that an early night would be in order. So, after putting Jenny to bed, she readied herself for bed too. Feeling nauseous now too, as she climbed into bed her phone rang. "Great," she muttered. "Just what I needed."

Without even looking at the caller id display, she answered with a curt, "Rebecca Ridley."

"Rebecca?"

"Sam, hi."

"Are you OK?"

"No, not really, but it'll pass. What's up?"

"Oh, umm. Well nothing, really. I was just calling to say hi."

"OK. Hi."

"Should I ...? Umm, is this a bad time? Should I, umm, call you back another time?" Samantha sounded hesitant.

"If you could. Thanks." And she hung up the phone. Turning over to go to sleep, the headache now pounding inside her forehead mercilessly, she knew that sleep was going to prove elusive. 

***

Waking up the next morning, Rebecca groaned as she remembered the brief conversation. "You're such a bitch sometimes, woman. What's wrong with you?" she mused. "Jesus, just get a grip!" Once in the shower, she soaked under the streaming water and considered her options. Once she stepped out, her mind was set. 

After dropping Jenny off at school, Rebecca called up her office and spoke to the DA briefly before heading into town. She arrived outside Samantha's office a little after 9:30. A few minutes later, after a conversation with the receptionist, a very apprehensive-looking Samantha stepped out of the elevator in the lobby. 

"Sam? Samantha?"

Samantha looked round to see Rebecca walking towards her with a large bouquet of purple flowers. 

"I'm sorry they're not lilacs, honey, so I did the best I could."

"I...I can't. I'm sorry," faltered Sam, as she turned and headed back toward the elevator door.

"Sam, wait, please?"

"I have to work, Rebecca, I can't do this, not here, not now."

"Samantha, please, I'm trying to apologize, to tell you how sorry I am. I love you."

"Well you sure had a funny way of showing it last night," snapped Sam. Then, to the receptionist who had cast a startled glance in their direction, "Don't you have some work to do? A phone to answer?"

Rebecca caught her arm. "Please, Sam?"

Samantha looked at her coldly. "You promised me, not three days ago, that you would never hurt me. Didn't you hear me when I told you I was afraid to love you? Didn't you understand, from all that I told you, that I was afraid of getting trampled on again? Don't you understand why I was afraid to love you, and still am afraid? Don't you get it?"

"Honey, yes, I get it, and I'm sorry."

"So why'd you do it, Rebecca? Why did you cut me down like I was some miscreant in your court, like I was a mere nothing to you?"

Rebecca sighed. "Sam, I know, and I'm sorry. I have no excuses. I was wrong. But there's something on my mind that I need to talk to you about, and it was overwhelming me yesterday. I had a headache, I was feeling sick, and yes, I snapped at you. I just wasn't thinking. So I wanted to offer you an apology, and bought you these to show you how very sorry I am for being a such a bitch, and to declare how much I love you. So, would you take them from me, and maybe allow me to buy you a coffee?"

Sam sighed. "Ok, sure. Let me get my coat." And with that, both Sam and the flowers were gone. Fifteen minutes later, they sat opposite each other in the local coffee bar, sipping cappuccinos. 

"OK, so what was on your mind that had you so screwed up last night?" ventured Samantha.

"Well, I was rather hoping to be able to talk to you somewhere altogether more private about it, but I guess I owe you an explanation." And Rebecca told Sam what had been bothering her yesterday, and what she was considering. 

"But that's crazy, Rebecca. I can't ask you to do that!" exclaimed Samantha, once the lawyer had finished. 

"You're not asking me to do anything. But, if ... when, this leaks out, a public servant involved in a lesbian relationship, you know it's going to be all over the papers."

"Why would anyone care?"

"In case you hadn't noticed, this isn't the most liberal of cities, and the DA has made some enemies in City Hall. The paper will be all over it like a rash, just to weaken his position. "

"That's nonsense."

"Unfortunately, no, it's not. Look, I've got to get back to work, so, can we discuss this some more this evening?"

"Sure. Where, you place or mine?"

"I don't care – why don't you come over to my place? I'll make us dinner and I'll get a movie for us all to watch and then we can sit down and talk once the girls have gone to bed."

They parted with a hug and a kiss. 

Later that evening, Sam and Rebecca sat facing each other on the couch. Rebecca held Sam's hands in her own. She had just finished explaining to her girlfriend what she had been contemplating: to resign her position before all their names were all over the front page, and seek a position at a local law firm. 

"Rebecca, you shouldn't have to do that, not for me. Or at all, in fact."

"I know, hon. But if I don't, the papers will figure it out sooner or later, and they'll make all of our lives a misery. I will be forced to resign my position regardless, and probably the DA will too. It's not fair, but that's just the way it is. The only alternative would be for us to stop seeing each other, and that, for me, at least, is not an option. So it makes sense to quit with dignity while I'm still ahead, and before this leaks out."

"But what if it doesn't work out between us? Have you thought of that?"

"Of course I have, my dear. It's possible, of course, but our chances of survival, as a couple or even individually, are far less if I don't take this course of action. And I feel that we owe it to ourselves, and our daughters, to give ourselves the best chance we can get, and I owe it to both you and to Jenny and Carrie, to not expose you to the harsh glare of the press. Trust me, it isn't fun," she finished grimly. 

Samantha sighed. "Ok, I guess if you're sure."

"I'm sure about one thing and one thing only."

"Oh? And what would that be?" Sam looked tired as Rebecca caught her eyes. 

"That I love you. "

"Please, don't, Rebecca?"

"Love you? Or tell you that I do?"

"Either. It scares me. It's all moving too fast."

"Come here, then."

"Why?"

"Just come here."

Sam sighed as she moved closer to Rebecca, leaning her back into the lawyer, who wrapped her arms around her. Resting her chin on the older woman's shoulder, she nuzzled her ear, nibbling on her earlobe. Unwrapping her arms, she whispered into Sam's ear, "You're tense, my dear. Let me ease that for you." And with that, she began gently, at first, then with more pressure, rubbing, massaging Sam's shoulders, finding the knots in her muscles and kneading them out. She felt Samantha gradually relax as her shoulders dipped slightly and her body became looser, releasing her tension. 

As Rebecca's fingers achieved their goal on Sam's shoulders, so she moved them down her upper arms, kneading her flesh, worshipping it with her fingertips and palms. Lifting Sam's left arm, she continued her ministrations on down her forearm and massaged her hand, taking each finger in turn and suckling it, eliciting a soft moan from the prone woman. This she then repeated on Sam's right arm and hand. Then, cupping her hands around the older woman's chin and cheeks, she gently eased the tension from her friend's face. Leaning over, she followed the path of her finger tips with her lips, along Sam's jawbone, her mouth and lips, her forehead and on down the bridge of her nose to the very tip, taking in each closed eyelid in turn. 

Extending her arms to cup Samantha's breasts, she brought her own lips to rejoin Sam's, administering butterfly kisses to each corner of her upturned mouth and along its length, finally coming to rest, capturing her lover's mouth in its entirety and gently probing with her tongue, seeking entrance. Samantha's moans had extended into one, long moan as her mouth open slightly to let Rebecca in. Rebecca's tongue darted into the opening, teasing with Sam's tongue while her hands worked their magic on her breasts, kneading them, pulling at them gently, tugging on the nipples that were clearly prominent even though her bra and blouse.

As if on a silent cue, Rebecca slid down underneath Samantha while Sam turned over to face the woman she loved. As she did so, Rebecca released the buttons on Sam's blouse and slid it over her shoulders and onto the floor, and unclasped her bra, sending it in the same direction as the blouse. Slipping out of her own blouse and bra – not an easy move from her position, which caused Sam to giggle – Rebecca pulled Sam's naked torso onto her own, pressing her breasts into her own, delighting in the feel of her nipples piercing into her own womanly flesh. Capturing Sam's mouth once more and continuing her assault on it, Rebecca ran her hands over the older woman's shoulder blades, and on down her back, releasing any residual tension from her spine, until she met the barrier of the waistband of the jeans that Samantha wore. Sam slid her own hand between them to release the button and zipper, then turned her hand and slipped it underneath Rebecca's skirt to cup her lover's mound though her panties.

Rebecca watched as Sam released her mouth, seeing the lust and desire in her eyes, as Sam's head followed her body down Rebecca's torso, her lips coming to rest on Rebecca's left breast, immediately latching onto her nipple and suckling her deeply, like a starved infant. While she did so, her fingers assaulted Rebecca's gash, running her fingers along her length, probing her through her sodden panties. Turning her oral ministrations to the right breast, Sam dipped her finger inside the lacy fabric of Rebecca's panties and dipped inside her velvet core. Rebecca gasped, and shuddered as she felt the finger penetrate her, then whimper as Sam ran her finger along the length of her gash once more, ending its journey with a gentle touch with her nail to Rebecca's already swollen clit. Rebecca gasped once more, and thrust her hips up to meet the intruder, but Sam withdrew, teasing her. 

Rebecca watched, full of longing, lust and love for this woman looking down at her, grinning impishly, and as she lowered herself further down Rebecca's body, delivering kisses along the way down. Rebecca felt Sam tugging at her skirt and panties, and, lifting her ass to accommodate their easy removal, watched as Sam's lips continued their kisses along down the length of one leg, suckling each of her toes in turn, then back up towards her molten center. But Sam teased her some more, as Rebecca felt the hot breathe on her opening as Sam's kisses continued down the inside of her other leg, where she again suckled her other five toes in turn. Her moans had become a whimper, desperate for Sam's renewed touch on her hungry sex. She widened her legs further, lewdly displaying herself to Sam, hoping to entice her back up to engulf her need. 

But Sam wasn't done teasing her just yet. Rebecca felt with increasing desperation and desire as Sam's tongue retraced it steps back up her leg, her mouth suckling her the soft flesh of her inner thigh and then switching back to the other leg, as again, Rebecca felt hot breathe on her folds. Sam's mouth suckled the inner thigh once more, before returning, finally, lord have mercy, to her pussy. Still, Rebecca's need was not to be sated, not just yet. She felt Sam's tongue swipe along the crease between her thigh and her mound, then her kisses once more, traversing her mons as they made their way to the other thigh once more, and then the tongue trailed once more down the other crease, circling her outer labia. Finally, she shuddered as she felt the tip of Sam's tongue touch the lower tip of her labia, teasing her, moving up her length ever-so slowly, penetrating ever-so slightly, ending with a flick once more to her clit, causing Rebecca's hips to lurch skyward. Once more, contact was lost, and once more Rebecca whimpered. Then, the flat of Sam's tongue pressed itself along the length of her labia to her vaginal opening, where it thrust itself as deeply as it would go into her inner core, as Rebecca's hips thrust upwards to meet it, desperate to be filled completely, and causing a loud, protracted moan to escape.

Finally. 

Rebecca shrieked, as simultaneously she felt Sam thrust two fingers deep into her as, her mouth capture her clit and suck hard, and Sam's remaining hand smothered her scream. Releasing her mouth, Sam's hand returned to Rebecca's breast where it kneaded, massaged and tweaked her nipple, while her mouth continued to suckle her clit and her fingers started pumping Rebecca's pussy for all their worth. Rebecca's hips matched her thrusts as she felt herself be well and truly fucked by the older woman's fingers and as she somehow managed to keep sucking her clit. Rebecca's climax didn't so much build as explode, as her entire body thrashed from side to side, her head likewise, and as Sam's mouth rode the waves expertly, remaining in contact with her clit until she subsided, and Rebecca pushed her away as she became too sensitive. 




Lilac Blossom Ch. 02



She felt Sam move back up her body and settle into her arms, kissing her mouth tenderly, tasting herself on Sam's lips, as she slipped into a deep sleep.

Rebecca awoke to the glimmer of early morning light filtering through the window. She felt the warmth of Sam's body snuggled up to her own, her breathe on the side of her face, and a blanket covering them both. Moving slowly, she glanced at her watch to see that it was just past 6am, and turned to place butterfly kisses on her recumbent lover's eyelids. Sam murmured in her sleep, as Rebecca eased herself from underneath her. Gathering her top, she crept upstairs and brought back two robes, slipping into one. 

When she heard Sam stir, the coffee was already brewing and she was busy scrambling some eggs. 

Later that morning, having dropped Jenny off at school and having kissed Samantha goodbye, she found herself in the DA's office. He wore a stern expression on his face.

"You realize what a predicament this puts me into?"

"Yes, David, I'm sorry. But think of the alternative. Once the Chronicle gets a hold of this, which we both know they will, the consequences on both a political and personal level could be catastrophic. For all of us."

David Sorenson sighed. As the elected DA in a rather conservative area, he knew she was right. If the fact that one of his assistant DAs was having a homosexual relationship while in office were to be exposed, in all likelihood the public clamor would force him to resign his position in addition to Rebecca having to resign hers. Yet, he hated to lose her, as she was one of his most capable and reliable assistants. But what option did he have?

"Well, if you're sure about this, I'll keep the hounds at bay for a couple of weeks to give you a little time to maneuver. After that, sadly, we're all likely to become fair game."

"I understand."

Rebecca chose not to say anything to Samantha immediately, for fear of alarming her. So that night she took her and the girls to a local steak house to eat, to relax and forget about the issue. 

***

Over the next three weeks, Rebecca was in discussions with a couple of law firms downtown. News of her impending departure from the DA's office soon spread in the local legal community, and two firms in particular, with whom she had previously worked, both as an adversary and as an ally, were keen to bring her onboard. 

Although some of the connections she had made with both these and other law firms over the last few years had become close, approximating genuine friendship, she had kept her sexual orientation quiet, believing it to be a private matter. And since she made it a policy to never date co-workers or associates met in the course of her work, the issue had never been addressed before. Thus, it was with some surprise that the partners at both firms learned of the reason for her intended departure. Such was their admiration for the talented young lawyer, however, that they promised it would not color their judgment, decision or affect any possible relationship with her. Nevertheless, to be talking about such a private issue seemingly endlessly caused Rebecca some stress.

So it was, that at the end of the three weeks, that Samantha, seeing the strained look on her girlfriend's face more often than not, suggested they take a break. She had suggested that the two of them take a drive to the big city and spend the day at the art museum there, which just happened to be one of the most respected art museums in the land. Rebecca was initially less than enthusiastic, not being particularly artsy, but she readily acknowledged the need to recharge her batteries, even if only for one day. And what better way than to spend the day with the woman she loved so dearly?

Having left the girls with Jamie and John, and taken the two-hour drive to the city, they stood now in the lobby of the museum. 

"Wow! I had no idea it was this beautiful!" exclaimed Rebecca. "I've driven past a good few times, and it is certainly a beautiful building from the outside. But, just wow! This is breathtaking!"

Samantha smiled. True to her worrisome nature, she had been a little concerned that Rebecca would not appreciate the beauty here as much as she did herself. And so, with these comments, she relaxed. This was going to be an enjoyable day for the pair of them.

The lobby around them was cavernous. Stone pillars, marble-tiled floors, and beautiful, delicate carvings in the stone walls surrounded them. It was, indeed, breathtaking. 

Samantha led the way through to the first of the galleries, where hung about a dozen large, ornately framed pictures of the Renaissance period, including portraits of unknown (to the two women, at least) soldiers in uniform, semi-nudes and one stupendous portrait of the Madonna and Child. As they gazed at the paintings in awe, Rebecca stood behind Sam with her arms wrapped around the older woman. As they stood so, Rebecca was aware of the glances they were attracting. Several people walked past and smiled affectionately at the two of them, while others barely contained their scowls. One man in particular, stopped in his tracks, and stood, staring at them. Rebecca's provocative nature caused her to turn to the man, saying, "Sorry, chum, you can't have her. She's mine, and I don't share." The man walked off quickly, apparently slightly embarrassed to have been caught red-handed. Sam turned her face towards her lover. "What was that, babe?"

"Nothing, dear. Just fending off the local gawking contingent"

"Becky!" Sam chided in mock annoyance. Turning in her lover's arms, she kissed Rebecca tenderly on her willing mouth. "Thank you. I love you, Mrs. Ridley."

"You're welcome. And I love you too, Samantha Jones." And she returned the kiss, more passionately this time. 

"Well, really!" came a woman's voice from over her shoulder. Rebecca turned to face the mid-sixties woman and simply poked her tongue out at her, then returned to kissing her Sam. Sam giggled at her lover's antics, and soon, both women were giggling uncontrollably, like teenage-girls.

"Come on, Goldie, we're going to get ourselves thrown out at this rate!" giggled Sam, as she led the blonde through to the next gallery. Looking over at her, she chided, "And behave yourself!" as they descended into giggles once more.

"Ok, ok, enough! We're grown women, let's pretend we can behave like we are too?" grinned Rebecca.

"I haven't seen that look in a while"

"Oh, and what look is that?"

"You, grinning"

Rebecca smiled ruefully. "I know. I guess it's been a while, hasn't it? Still, we're almost there, sweetheart. Baxters seem really keen to hire me, and I think I like their outfit the best. We can put this all behind us, and we can return to anonymity."

"Good, I'm pleased."

"Hey!"

"What?"

Rebecca grabbed Sam's arm and spun her around to face her. "Move in with me?"

"I practically live there already. What for?"

"To save us money, for one, so we're not having to pay for two homes. But mainly, to make this official. I want you in my life permanently, in our bed every night, and to officially make my home our home. Say you will?"

"I dunno, Becks"

"At least think about it?"

"OK"

"OK you'll move in, or OK you'll think about moving in?"

Samantha chuckled. "Is there a difference?"

Rebecca grinned. 

A month passed, during which time, much happened. Baxters did indeed make an offer to Rebecca, and after some negotiation over fees, remuneration, and contract, and further negotiations with the DA, the day was set for Rebecca to finish her time with the District DA's office. She had chosen to take a week off, to coincide with the vacation that Sam took from her office, so they could get Sam and Caroline moved into their new home. 

As luck would have it, Rebecca and Sam were spared any public exposure. In the newspaper, at least. Nevertheless, their relationship became an item of idle chatter amongst the clientele at the local coffee-shops and bars in their small city, as the two women refused to hide their love for each other, whether in public or alone. 

***

Two more years passed, and all had returned to routine in the Ridley household. Though there had been some adjustment for the girls to the new living arrangements, and occasionally they fielded taunts at school, for the most part, they fared remarkably well. Both girls were happy with their new family. The sisters, as they now considered themselves, found their bond growing stronger each day as they approached puberty. 

Rebecca had made quite an impression at Baxters, and Samantha had finally gained the promotion that she had sought for so long. In short, life was good. And yet, there was something missing.

Rebecca woke up early. Christmas was now but a memory, and spring was in full bloom. The lilac tree in her yard had returned to life once more, glorious in its abundant leafiness, the boughs ablaze with the lilac and white blooms. Rising from the bed quietly, so as to not awake her sleeping partner, she set the coffee-maker gurgling and stepped into the shower. 

An hour later, Samantha descended the stairs to the smell of coffee, pancakes and maple syrup. "Mmm, that smells wonderful!" Leaning in to kiss the blonde, she asked, "how long have you been up, honey?"

"Oh, not long. Hey listen, I have an idea."

"Uh oh!"

Rebecca grinned. "This one doesn't involve any public humiliation or flagellation, I promise"

"Well ok! Then you may proceed!" laughed Samantha. 

"I'm thinking the Canary Isles? What do you think? Or would you like somewhere closer to home?"

"Hmm? For what, honey? I thought we'd already got our vacation planned. Have you gone off the idea of London in the fall?"

"No, not at all. I love that idea. But this is something else."

"You're confusing me. You want two vacations? How can we...?"

"Not quite a vacation, sweetheart."

Samantha giggled. "You're not lessening my confusion. Explain yourself woman!"

Rebecca cupped Sam's face in her hands and kissed her tenderly. Then looking into her deep brown eyes, she whispered, "Do you love me?"

"What a silly question, of course I do! What's this all about?"

"And I love you, so very, very much."

"I know you do, Becks."

"And so, I was thinking the Canary Isles, for a ... honeymoon."

"What?!" gasped Sam.

"Samantha Jones, make me the happiest woman alive. Marry me?"

Sam flung her arms around the younger woman and sobbed. "Oh Rebecca! Yes, yes, absolutely. Yes!"