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the large tub. The feeling of safety
    she had when Jo was behind her, surrounding her, was palpable. Nobody could ever love her
    like this. She reached back and hooked her hand behind Jo's neck, breaking their kiss to
    arch into Jo's shoulder as she felt her alarmingly sensitive nipples caressed.
    She was unaware of her own groaning until Jo smiled against her ear and teased, "We have houseguests, baby. You might want to keep it down."
    Amy clenched her teeth and growled, frustration and arousal battling with one another as
    Jo's fingers continued to work her body mercilessly. She would never refer to herself as a
    screamer, but she wasn't silent in bed either and Jo knew it. She tangled her fingers into
    the curls at the back of Jo's neck and tugged firmly.
    "You're evil," she hissed, then gasped as a spasm took her by surprise.
    "You owe me, remember?" Desire colored Jo's voice. "If you'd have let me have my way this morning, you could have been as loud as you wanted. Now, I'm afraid you have to pay
    the price."
    Amy jerked in her lover's arms again. Jo's voice in her ear, possessive and dominating, was
    all she ever really needed. Their relationship was one based on mutual love and equality, but in the bedroom, Amy was more than pleased to let Jo have the upper hand,? something that
    seemed to make her wife inordinately happy. Amy's legs began to tense and she tightened
    her grip on Jo's hair once more. She was so close...
    Jo groaned softly as her fingers slipped into Amy's core. "God, I've wanted to fuck you all day long," she said in a hoarse whisper.
    That was it. Why does the F word always send me into oblivion? Amy wondered absently,
    just as she plunged over the edge, and her flesh clamped down on Jo's hand, holding it in
    place. She turned her face into Jo's neck in the hopes of muffling her own cries, grinding
    her teeth with the effort to remain quiet and riding out the orgasm cradled in the arms of
    the woman she loved most in the world. There was no other position, physically or
    emotionally, that she'd rather be in than the one she occupied at that moment.
    She was unsure how much time passed before her heart rate slowed down to a speed that
    was near normal. "Wow."
    "You always say that," Jo teased.
    "I always mean it."
    "Good." There was a beat of silence before Jo stated simply, "I'm pruning."
    Amy laughed. "Is that your not-so-subtle way of saying you want to get out?"
    "Yes." Jo kissed her temple.
    Amy sat up with a groan, but her eyes twinkled. "Fine. Get the hell out of my bath. I don't appreciate you coming in here and interrupting me like that."
    Jo grabbed a nearby towel and grinned. "Oh, yes you do."
    Amy was still smiling helplessly as Jo left the room.- She sat back and allowed herself to
    relax in the still-warm water for a bit longer, waiting for the feeling to return to her legs, the pleasant afterglow of lovemaking enveloping her like a fine mist. Her thoughts turned
    again to how lucky she was to have the partner she did. It wasn't like there had never been
    rough patches. It wasn't like her relationship with Jo was perfect, but they were good
    communicators and that was key as far as Amy was concerned. As long as she felt like she
    could talk to Jo about anything, they'd be fine.
    She glanced at the ceiling, thinking of Molly upstairs alone in the big bed, and her heart
    ached. Speak up, my friend. It s the only way. You have to open your mouth. It was an easy
    piece of advice to give, but what seemed like a simple thing to do was very difficult for
    somebody like Molly. Being raised by a very dominant father and a sweet, kind mother with
    low self-esteem wasn't terribly conducive to teaching a young woman to speak her mind
    when she should. More likely, Molly would allow somebody to walk all over her like she was
    some cheap throw rug, and would probably smile politely while it was happening. Amy had
    seen it occur more than once and it was painful to watch, especially as a friend who