And, sure enough, the big, beautiful bird had left his perch and had begun to circle, higher and higher over the tree-tops, and over the edge of the lake, and then suddenly dove down along the open field, just in front of them, in hot-pursuit of his mid-morning breakfast.

"Whoa! Wow!" the brunette gasped. "Did you see that? How the hell do they do that? They simply amaze me at how they can just swoop down like that, catch their prey, and then spiral upwards, escalating higher and higher towards the sky, swirling and rising towards the clouds—higher and higher—Oh wow," she breathed as she watched him scoop up his prey, then circle and spiral faster and faster above the tree-tops and into the open sky, free as a bird—because he was a bird.

"Yeah. How do they keep from just slamming into the ground coming in at that kind of speed?" Dana commented, too, as they began their casual stroll again just along the edge of the water.

"Oh Dana, be still," Monica barely whispered into her ear as she instantly stopped their movements, pulling her in just in front of her.

The little redhead glanced up to her.

"There," she silently mouthed again as she nodded over to the left, about two-hundred-and-fifty-feet in front of them, and just to the edge of her own side-yard.

"Ah," Dana gasped slightly, barely audible, as she watched the youngest of three white-tail deer begin to move in a little closer to the salt-lick Monica had set out just minutes before. "Oh, Moni, they're so beautiful."

"Umhum, yes, but not as beautiful as you," the brunette barely whispered, too, then kissed the little redhead just above her ear.

"Oh," Dana giggled. …Oh my… Her lover was such a romantic. And she loved every single minute of it.

They stood there in the snow-covered field, silently watching, as the older buck, his mate and then the younger buck, presumably their son, took a lick from the special salt-lick made just for deer, elk and moose during this time of year.

Monica's body suddenly shivered from the cold. "Oooh, goodness." She wrapped her arms more cozily around her lover standing just in front of her in hopes of getting a little warmer.

Dana instantly leaned back into her chest, grabbing her arms and squeezing them more snuggly around her.

The brunette shivered slightly yet again.

...Ohhh... "Cold, baby?"

"Um, yeah. Just a little."

"Okay, put your hands in underneath my jacket," the redhead whispered as she grabbed onto Monica's hands and then slid them in underneath her waist-length leather jacket where everything was all warm, comfy and cozy.

Monica smiled, nuzzling her nose in along her lover's neck, tickling her, and causing her to giggle, as she then began to inch her hands up along her lover's smooth, satin-covered breasts then began to lightly caress them.

"Mmm," Dana moaned. ...Oh baby... She had not worn a bra for just their short little walk down to the lake. And now, …Oh yeah… was she ever glad she had not, as her nipples began to respond instantly to her lover's gentle and easy touches along her breasts, squeezing them and cupping them more decisively through the thin, satiny-smooth material, then lightly pinching her shivering-erect nipples. "Mmm," she barely moaned again into the arousing sensations. …Oh baby… She just could not help herself. Her lover knew exactly how to touch, pinch and squeeze her tender little mounds. "Mmm," she moaned again as she felt a sudden surge of wetness gush out from her insides, soaking her satin briefs. ...Oh my God. Monica...

Monica kissed her yet again, just below her ear, then nuzzled her nose in, kissing and sucking along her neck, as she began to flick her thumbs and fingertips more rapidly over the tops of her lover's tenderly-aching peaks.

"Mmm, ohhh," Dana moaned again rolling her head back against her lover's neck and shoulder, her breathing coming in quick little gasps and shivers in the cool morning air.

"Mmm, I love you, Dana Scully, don't you ever forget," Monica whispered into her ear as she began to shower her lover's neck and throat with warm and wet little kisses and suckles, cupping and squeezing her breasts, and lightly pinching her tingling nipples—basically beginning to make-love to her all over again—as they stood out there in her own backyard, in a half-a-foot of snow, outside in the cool, frosty February-morning air, with a family of deer just in front of them, and who knows who all else around them within earshot or eyeshot.

But did they really care? Hell no, as Dana suddenly reached up and grabbed onto her lover's busy hands through her leather jacket—Monica relentlessly cupping and squeezing her aching breasts, and fueling the raging fire surging within her—as more wetness gushed out from the depths of her insides.

"Ohhh, Moni," she responded to the wetness and trembling of her insides.

"Hum?" Monica replied as she continued her highly-arousing sexual onslaught, glancing around the perimeter, checking for any signs of unwanted company—quite satisfied indeed that the coast was clear—as she intensified her efforts and fueled the feral fire raging inside the little redhead, cupping and squeezing her swelling breasts, and sucking on her neck—hard—as the aroused little redhead began to collapse more heavily into her arms, her legs going weak in the knees, her hands suddenly letting go of Monica's busy hands as she began to turn in the brunette's arms, then grab onto her face and neck, pulling her in and kissing her with a raw-passion that Monica had not felt in quite a long time, begging her…

"Moni… please… fuck me… fuck me, now…"

…Oh God… The little redhead most always responded this way when they started something in a more out-in-the-open, vulnerable and ultimately quite dangerous surroundings. Something about the danger made the little redhead more amorous and aroused than inside the comforts of their own home. The raw-passion, the lust, the carnal, fanatical sense-of-need her lover would feel; it was downright addictive.

"Moni… plea… fuck me… fuck me, now…"

"Oh God baby, okay, just hold onto me," the raven-haired beauty panted as she instantly picked up her needy, lusty little lover and threw her over her shoulder, playfully patting her on her backside, then began to trudge up through the half-a-foot of snow, up through her own backyard, and up through the last few yards to the garage door, then rushed inside, and threw her down to the pile of old quilts still lying in the corner used to protect her furniture from the move last summer.

"Oh God… yes… fuck me… fuck me, now, now, now…" the lustful little redhead urgently panted again as Monica hurriedly began to strip every element of clothing off that needed to be striped off—her jacket flying off to the side, her t-shirt hurling up and flying off to the other side, her bare breasts bouncing free with her tightly-erect nipples aching so hard with arousal—as she then began to rapidly strip every element of clothing off of her squirming little lover as well— Dana's jacket hurling off to the side, her blouse getting ripped wide-open, her beautiful, flushed breasts and tightly-beaded nipples coming into full view—as Monica hurriedly jerked the last of the buttons free, then reached down for her belt-buckle, the belt-buckle suddenly becoming quite contrary indeed, as she fumbled and fought with the stubborn loop.

After a couple of seconds…

"Oh God, honey. Help me," she panted in frustration as Dana quickly reached down—groping at her own belt-buckle, hook and zipper, too—then reached up to start on her lover's.

Neither could get everything unhooked, unbuttoned, unbuckled and unzipped quite fast enough to meet their needs. But they were working on it—fast and furious—they were working on it.

"Oh God! This fuckin' zipper. Shit!" Monica fussed again.

"It's all right, baby, it's comin', it's comin'…"

"I'm comin', and I'm not even tryin'."

Dana snorted, then they both burst into giggles and laughter through all of their frenzied efforts.

Two furry-headed little pussy-cats came out from the kitchen and into the utility room, then over to the door that was still open—leading out into the cold garage—to see what in the hell was going on this time to cause such loud moaning and groaning, twisting and squirming, and loud, metal zippers being feverishly unzipped.

"Ee-aow!" Gabs chirped quite loudly again at the sight of two grown women rolling around all over the dusty old quilts in the winter-cold garage, lost again from the world around them, and so into each other—the tall, dark and gorgeous raven-haired one all over the top of the shorter, more petite, light and beautiful auburn-haired one, bumping, grinding and humping her as fast as she could.

"Eeo?" little Gabs chirped again. …Can humans hump?... she wondered, as Xena chirped softly, "Meo," …Yes, they can… in response, then twisted her furry little brown-black-ass-of-a-tail up in the air yet again, spun around, and then headed back to where she had come from—bored-beyond-ridiculous with this latest development—as Gabs chirped again, and then quickly followed in right along behind her.

…Me-aowh!… Crazy humans! And in the cold at that! You'd think it was mating season for two hard-up, pussy-cats-in-heat. And, well, actually, it was mating season for any and all hard-up, pussy-cats-in-heat.

"Oh! Yes! Harder! Harder! Harder, baby, harder!" Dana cried out again into every thrust.

"Ngh! Ngh! Oh! Like that? Hum? Ngh! Ngh! Oh!" Monica grunted into every thrust as her bucking hips and mound pressed even harder against her lover—the back of her own hand and knuckles planted firmly against her own throbbing clit—as two warm, long, rigid fingers slid in and out, deeper and deeper, inside her lover's thick inner walls.

"Oh! Ngh! Yes! Yes, baby, yes! Oh! Ngh! God! YES!" Dana suddenly cried out again, clutching at her lover's tightly-muscled bare ass with her hands, her nails digging into the sweet, baby-soft skin, as she climaxed yet again from the powerful thrusts, her body quaking and shuddering into this newest release.

"Ngh! Oh!" Monica grunted into the sensations. After another few seconds of strong, powerful thrusts, grunts and groans… "Ngh! Nngh! Oh yeah! NGH! Oh! There it is! OHH!" Monica grunted one last time herself as she climaxed, then collapsed down on top of her spent lover, utterly exhausted herself from all the tenacious strength and tedious balance it had taken for her to stay poised on one hand and thrust deep inside the little redhead with the other, thrusting her hips and mound so rhythmically hard, as her knuckles stayed firmly planted in place, rubbing and massaging against her own pulsating clit, ultimately causing her to climax, too, right along with her lover.

...Mmm... Oh wow! She didn't need a leather harness or a silicone dick to fuck her lover! She had mastered the intricate position! and could fuck her baby any time she wanted to, with her hand and fingers—better than most any man—as that same hand and its knuckles gave her all the stimulation she needed too, to climax, right along with her lover.

After a few seconds…

"Mmm. Oh baby, God," Dana panted gasping desperately for every breath. "Holy moly, baby. My God. Wow! You've got it down, baby! Mmm. Ohhh," she groaned again tightening her inner muscles around her lover's long, thick, slick, and hot, and in-the-flesh, multi-fingered, rock-hard, rock-solid "dick" yet again, her insides quaking and shuddering into the wonderful sensations.

"Mmm," was all Monica could respond as she lay panting heavily on top of her lover. ...Jeez... She was exhausted—absolutely, unequivocally exhausted. It was hard to do—keep that convoluted position and balance for so long—as she thrust and thrust and thrust her fingers, deeper and deeper and deeper, inside her lover, giving her baby a good mid-morning fuck for the day.

They lay there for a few more seconds…

"Oh Moni. God, baby…" Dana panted again as she wrapped her arms and legs up more tightly around her lover.

"Hum?"

"God… I have never… You… Whew…"

"What?"

"I—I could never do that. I—I don't see how you do it."

"Mmm, yes you could. You do it, every time you use the little—"

"No. That's what I mean. I need the harness—and Flipper. But you can do it, without any of that. God, baby!"

"Mmm," Monica moaned, chuckling again, as she began to roll them both over to the side facing each other. She then smiled through her heavy breaths gazing into her lover's lovesick eyes.

"Oh wow. And you know the best part?" Dana panted again.

"What?"

"It's you. All you. No toys, no leather, no silicone. Just you. And you're still hard, even after you come," Dana teased her as she tightened her inner muscles around Monica's long, thick, slick, hot and in-the-flesh, multi-fingered, rock-hard, rock-solid "dick" again.

"Oh," Monica grinned, cocking an eyebrow, then began to giggle. …Oh yeah… She understood the redhead's observations. That had always been a problem for her, too, with all of those quick-little-spurt, then limp-for-much-too-long, utterly-spent men she had fucked in her past as well. "Hum. Still hard, am I?" she teased seductively, licking her lips, as she began to regain renewed strength and endurance, ready to instantly fuck her baby over and over again for a long as she wanted. Her baby wouldn't have to wait for the exclusively-male refractory-phase to end to have another good, fast and furious fuck this morning if she wanted it.

"Oh yeah. Perfectly hard, baby, perfectly. Ohhh, Moni," Dana moaned again as her lover began to tease her with her long, thick, slick, hot and in-the-flesh, multi-fingered, rock-hard, rock-solid "dick" all over again.

"You want some more? Hum?" the brunette teased beginning to gently thrust and curl her fingers inside of her again.

"Mmm. Oh! Ohh! Baby, yes!"

Monica smiled. ...Okay... She'd give her baby a little more—as much as she wanted—until the lusty little redhead was ready to stop.

2:37 PM: "Oh crap," Dana fussed as she quickly pulled the oven-door open to reveal a slightly over-cooked rump of roast.

Monica giggled as she cut another slice of freshly-baked sourdough bread off from the main loaf.

"Hah. It's not funny. I do this every darn time. I swear, your oven is hotter than mine."

"Oh," Monica snorted then cracked up with laughter.

Dana suddenly realized the insinuations, too, then began to laugh, too.

"Oh baby, does my oven cook hotter than yours, hum?" Monica teased her again as she bounced over to her and began to tickle and tease her along her ribcage and backside.

"Ah! No! Quit! ... Moni?"

"Hum?"

"Quit! Or I'll never get dinner cooked."

"Oh, shhh, come here," Monica stopped her tickling and teasing then took her into her arms.

"Crap. Can you believe that? I've ruined a perfectly good cut of meat. I swear."

"No honey, it's not ruined. Maybe just a little dry, but it's not ruined. Besides, the gravy's what makes it anyway."

"Um, okay. If you can live with it I guess I can, too."

"Oh, now."

"Well, you're a better cook than I am anyway. Shit!"

"No, I'm not. You're just not used to my oven."

Dana cocked an eyebrow. "Oh, wanna bet?" she said as she reached down and cupped her lover's sizzling-hot, crotch-of-an-oven through her jeans.

Then they both cracked up giggling yet again.

3:09 PM: "Oh, my God. We have got to stop this already. Or neither one of us is going to be able to walk in the morning," Dana panted through her heavy breaths.

"Mmm. Oh, wow. I know. And this tile floor doesn't help a bit. Jeez. I've already got some carpet-burns on my ass from last night."

"Oh no, poor baby," Dana giggled sympathizing with the stinging carpet-burns.

"And then you scratched my ass all up earlier, in the garage—"

"Oh no. Did I? I'm sorry," Dana giggled.

"Hum," Monica chuckled. She could live with the tiny, little love-marks.

"Just means you're too good, baby. You're just too good."

"Hum," Monica giggled.

Then they both cracked up giggling again as they glanced around the kitchen floor—articles of clothing strewn about all over the place.

"God! What is wrong with us?" Dana said again. "You'd think we hadn't done it in years!"

"I know. What hormones are you on now, anyway?"

"Oh no, don’t blame it all on me."

"Well. Hum. You said you needed a little more experience cooking with my oven. Maybe that’s all it is."

Dana snorted, then cracked up giggling again shaking her head.

4:11 PM: "Oh God, I'm so exhausted. Did we get any sleep at all last night?" Dana said as she leaned back a little more comfortably against the couch.

"Nope, not much," Monica replied, tired herself. "But, we need to be leaving soon, if we're going to get that boy of ours back home tonight."

"I know. And the snow will just make it worse. What's the traffic-report?"

"Not bad. But we might ought to call first, before we leave."

"Okay. Oh wow. I am getting much too old for these all-day-and-all-nighters."

Monica chuckled, "Aw now, I don't know. You're doin' pretty good for a woman bumpin' forty."

"Hah. That's a few years off yet mind you."

"Only two."

"I'm not thirty-eight yet."

"Nope. Eight days."

"Is that all?"

"Yep."

"Eight days? Ohhh," Dana groaned then picked up the phone to call her mother.

4:33 PM: Monica swung the big, heavy mallet yet again, splitting the small log into four sections, as her lover stepped out from the den and onto the snow-covered deck.

"Honey?" the redhead called to her.

Monica instantly turned towards her.

Dana smiled. Her lover was so gorgeous standing out there in the deeply-packed snow, in her old, khaki hiking-boots, her black-denim-jeans and her lumberjack-styled, red-and-black-checked coat, with a bright-red turtleneck sweater peeking out from underneath, panting lightly from all her hard work, as she cut some extra firewood for the weekend. "Honey? Could you come here for a minute?" she said again as she walked a little farther out onto the slick, snow-covered deck.

Monica smiled as she walked over to the edge of the deck, her lover meeting her halfway.

"You almost finished?" Dana asked as she reached up and caressed her lover's cheek.

"Umhum. You ready to go and get Wills?"

"Umhum. Mom's going to meet us halfway."

"Really?"

"Umhum. And I want you to take a nap on the way. Okay?"

"Oh no, I'm fine."

"No. I managed to get a little more sleep than you did last night. So I'll drive, while you sleep."

"But—?"

"Shhh, no, you don't always have to be the one taking care of me, you know."

Monica smirked. "I know."

"So, it's settled then?" Dana said, smiling again, then reached up to caress her lover's soft, silken-smooth cheek once again.

Monica shrugged.

"Oh Moni, you're always taking care of me, even when you're so exhausted you could collapse from the fatigue."

"Well? Yeah but, I just love you so much. That's all. And, you—"

"Shhh, shush."

They stood there for a few seconds, Monica on the snow-covered ground, Dana on the snow-covered step just in front of her, as they gazed into each other's eyes.

Monica then leaned in for a kiss—her heart melting yet again, every single time she ever touched those soft, sweet, full and cherry-red lips with her own.

They kissed for several more seconds, both lost to the sensuous sensations and immense love engulfing them. Neither had remembered how true-love actually felt or how strong true-love could actually be—so powerful, and all-consuming—until their split-in-half souls had finally found each other again, after a few lifetimes of separation.

"Mmm," Dana moaned again into the sweet, syrupy kiss.

Monica tongued her lightly yet again, as Dana felt another little spasm twitch inside her groin.

"Mmm, Moni. God."

Monica giggled, for she was feeling the same urgent little spasms inside her own sexually-aroused groin.

"Baby, we need to go."

"I know," Monica whispered as she broke off the intimate kiss and then gazed into her lover's eyes for a few more seconds before finally reaching down and grabbing the big, heavy mallet off the ground—quickly gathering her tools up before leaving to go and get little Wills.

7:35 PM: "Here you go," Monica said as she knelt back down beside her lover and handed her another cup of hot-chocolate while her lover held their sleepy little son, Wills, in her lap.

“Thanks, baby.”

"Umhum, you sure this old sleeping-bag is soft enough?" Monica asked as she then sat down beside her on the hardwood floor.

"Umhum, lie down, so Wills and I can lie down with you," Dana whispered.

"Okay," Monica responded as she then began to lie down on her side, atop the old sleeping-bag, with her back facing the nice, big roaring fire in the fireplace.

Little Wills then grabbed onto her hand and began to stand then lean in against her so he could see the pretty orange flames rise and flicker towards the chimney flue.

Dana then stretched out on her side, too, facing the fire and her lover, with their little baby-son positioned securely between them.

Monica chuckled as little Wills began babble and coo, leaning in more steadily against the brunette's abdomen and ribcage, and using her warm, soft body as his prop, while he still held onto her hand. "Whatchya doin' little man? Hum? What’s my little Wills doin'? Watching the fire? Hum? Is Wills watching the pretty fire?" she cooed to him.

"Eeya! Babapa, babapa fuh, bapa fuhr," he squealed out, pointing at the pretty fire roaring in the fireplace, then began to babble and coo, imitating the vowel and consonant sounds as best he could, babbling away to his little heart's content.

Monica chucked again as Dana then leaned over next to his little baby-ear and whispered, "Good boy, Wills, yes. Bapa fuhr, pretty fire. See the pretty fire? Bapa fuhr, pretty fire," she whispered, using the same basic phrase yet again, pronouncing the words his way and then the more accurate way, consistently describing the fire and accurately pronouncing the words once more, so he could try to imitate the sounds a little more accurately, too. “Oh, and look Wills. Your Tía Món is so pretty, too. Yes. She is so pretty. Very beautiful, actually,” she whispered suddenly as she made eye-contact with his Tía Món.

Monica smiled as the little redhead then leaned all the way in towards her for a wonderfully nice and sugary-sweet little kiss on the lips.

They kissed a few more times as little Wills babbled and cooed between them. He then began to receive several little sugary-sweet baby-kisses along his little baby-cheeks and forehead, too, as both mommies leaned in and showered him with sweet little motherly kisses. He had no doubts. He was loved—immensely. And what better gift could his two parents give to him than to feel loved, protected and adored?

Xena and Gabby suddenly scampered into the den to see what was happening with their three favorite human companions this time around as they relaxed in front of the fireplace.

"Oh! keekadz!" Wills squealed out yet again in delight.

"Oh yes! Kitty-cats. See the pretty kitty-cats?" his mother responded to his little squeals of delight as she glanced up to her lover, making eye-contact and then smiling and winking at her. His pronunciation of that particular word was getting better and better every day. Soon, he would be able to say 'kitty-cat' quite accurately, so that everyone would understand what he was trying to say.

Monica smiled then winked, too—happy and quite amazed indeed at his rapid progress. He was learning verbal communication very quickly for a baby not quite a year old.

"Deeaadada! ¡Ew gadda!" he suddenly squealed out yet again, patting Monica's shoulder to get her attention, then reached over and patted along Xena's back. "¡Ew gadda! ¡Ew gadda! Deeaadada! ¡Ew gadda! Yeeoohbabagagooeeoo…" he babbled and cooed, then jabbered away using his own baby-language again.

"¡Ah! ¡Si!" Monica suddenly understood, so excited that little Wills was quite possibly learning his Spanish, too, along with his English. "¡Si! Ella gata! Gata bonito, the pretty cat," she responded to his little attempts at Spanish as she reached over and began to pet the pretty little kitty, too.

"Ewa gadda. Eeeyooo! Babagoogeeoobabagama…" he squealed and cooed, then began to baby-babble incoherently yet again jabbering away, and making all sorts of sounds, imitating the consonant and vowel sounds, as he learned how to verbally communicate more precisely every day. Soon, he would not only be saying words more accurately, but he would soon be speaking in short sentences, too.

Dana smiled. She was not quite as convinced as Monica was that little Wills was actually trying to imitate Spanish sounds of language along with English sounds. But, whether he was or wasn't, what better teacher could she hope to have than her own lover, her own partner, and his other mother, to teach him Spanish along with his English? And, she had to admit, he had specifically baby-punched his second Spanish-and-English-speaking mother on the shoulder, to get her attention from his other primarily-English-speaking mother as he baby-babbled and cooed about the pretty kitty-cat.

Monica then reached over to pet sweet little Gabby sitting contentedly next to Xena. The last thing she would ever want for this little kitty, is for this little kitty, Gabby, to feel left out from all the special attention Xena was receiving. "Oh, so pretty. Look, Wills. Look at the other pretty kitty. Isn't she pretty? So pretty. Pretty Gabby. See Gabby? It's Gabby and Xe. Gabby and Xe. Gabby and Xe…" she repeated as she began to stroke one and then the other teaching little Wills the different sounds of their names.

"Ohweeya! Gagagaba, gabba, gabba…" he squealed out again in excitement then began to baby-babble again, trying to actually verbalize the smaller cat's name, as he patted little Gabby's head, the sweet little red-auburn-haired kitty enduring his baby-pats.

Both women chuckled at his actions and babbling verbalization, delighted that soon, very soon, he would be able to say Gabby's name more accurately, too, for he was very close to saying it accurately now.

Suddenly he reached up and patted Monica's cheek with a palm, squealing out happily yet again.

“Oh Wills, yes, I love you so much. Yes, Tía Món loves you so much,” she instantly responded, widening her eyes and raising her eyebrows at him into a funny expression, then leaned in for a kiss, teasing him with her happy and jovial facial expressions.

"Deeaa! Deeama," he squealed out happily yet again then began to pat along her ribcage as she wrapped an arm more securely around his little mid-section. "Deeaa, deeaadada, dadadadadada…" he began to baby-verbalize again still patting along her ribcage.

Both women chuckled again then began to laugh at his little 'dadadadadada,' baby-babbles.

Dana shook her head, then commented, "Gosh, it's so funny how he only does that with you. I can't figure it out that he calls you ‘dada’, especially when we never use the term."

"I know. I don't quite understand that either. But the 'D' sound does tend to be one of the first utterances, right?"

"Yes. But why doesn't he do that with me, too? He seems to only associate it with you—Dada—I—Gosh, I never wanted him to do that, you know?"

Monica just shrugged. It really didn't matter to her, at least not in the very near future. Besides, he would learn how to pronounce her name soon enough; and she was still not quite as convinced as Dana was that he actually associated the 'D' sound and 'dada' with her as much as he was just babbling, as all babies do. But it did tend to frustrate Dana to some extent. She really wanted him to call his other mother Tía or Tía Món. They had discussed it in length a few months ago when he had first begun to baby-babble "dada" and point to Monica. They had considered 'Jules' from Monica's middle name, but then quickly decided that the 'J' sound might be a little too hard for him to learn in the beginning. And 'Moni' would certainly not be appropriate because it was too similar to 'Mommy'. So, they had decided to go with a Spanish flare and call her Tía, Tía Món or Tía Mónica around him.

Little Wills continued to gibber, jabber, babble and coo, carrying on a boisterous conversation with his two mommies, babbling and cooing, gurgling and jabbering, as they babbled and cooed, gurgled and jabbered right along with him, imitating his sounds, and then exaggerating the correct pronunciations, teaching him, encouraging him and rewarding him for all of his little efforts at verbal communication.

Dana then lay back against the old sleeping-bag, so happy and content, as she watched, listened and observed while her lover continued to parent her child—their child—Monica's soon-to-be-court-appointed son.

"Dada," little Wills babbled again as he reached up wanting Monica to kiss his little finger. And she did, as always.

Dana chuckled. "Hum? And why don't you do that with me? Hum? Why don't you say that with me?" she teased him as she leaned in to give him another quick little kiss.

"Weeyaa!" he squealed out yet again in happiness as he turned and patted along his mother's cheek, too.

Monica giggled. "Because you're not his 'dada'. You're his 'weeyaa'!" she teased him as she then rolled to her back and lifted him up in the air, beginning to raise and lower him up and down, playing with him, and allowing his flailing little arms to flounder around like a little fish, while he squealed, grunted, babbled and cooed, as happy as any little baby-boy could be.

Dana giggled, too. "Oh, so I'm your 'weeyaa'? Not your 'mommy'?" she teased him, too, as she rolled in next to her lover, snuggling in close and watching, as her lover lifted him up and down, up and down, easing his little face and forehead down to her lips, then kissing him, and then lifting him back up, then down, then up, then down, up and down, up and down, as little Wills squealed and babbled happily in delight.

8:05 PM: "Um, not much longer, I don't think," Dana barely whispered under her breath, her eyes still closed, as Monica continued to lightly hum serenading their little son to sleep.

They were all three still lying comfortably on the old sleeping-bag, just in front of the slow-burning fire, with little Wills on his tummy and on top of his mother's chest, still barely squeezing her breast through her pajamas with his little hand, with his little head tucked in against her chin, as she lay comfortably in Monica's arms, all snuggled in against her long, lean body, with her own head tucked in against the brunette's chin, as Monica lay slightly on her side again. This time facing the warm and toasty fire herself, as she continued to hum a lullaby to her charge, one arm wrapped snuggly around her lover's shoulder-blades as the other lay comfortably along her lover's midsection and little William's backside. She glanced down to the two slumbering kitties, just at the foot of the old sleeping-bag, the petite little light-auburn-haired one all snuggled in against the slightly bigger and dark-raven-haired one. She chuckled through her lullaby. At this rate, everyone in the house would soon be asleep, including herself and Dana, if things continued to go on as they were right now. Moreover, the old sleeping-bag had been perfect—simply perfect—and a wonderfully cozy idea that Dana had come up with earlier in the day, just before leaving to go pick up little Wills. It had been so relaxing to lie on the floor, just in front of the fireplace—a roaring, beautiful, big fire burning—as they played with little Wills, just the three of them, and loved on him—giggling and cooing and talking to him—helping him to learn how to verbally communicate, as they both waited for his little baby boy energy-level to finally run down and give into a peaceful slumber for the night.

Dana opened her eyes making eye contact.

Monica smiled, still humming, as she leaned down and gave her a light little peck on the lips, then eased down and gave Wills a light little peck on the crown.

"I think he's asleep," the redhead whispered softly.

Monica cocked an eyebrow then ran her palm up along his back. He didn't move. He was out like a light. She chuckled then leaned back in for another warm and wet, little kiss from his mother.

"Mmm," Dana moaned into the warm, wet kiss. "This is so nice."

"Umhum. And he's so beautiful, Dana, so beautiful. God, I love him," the brunette whispered as she gently caressed his little back and shoulder-blades again—amazed at how much she could love this little baby boy, a child that she had not even given birth to. And yet she could feel such love and such total, absolute devotion and interconnectedness with him.

Dana smiled glancing down to her sleeping son then back up to her lover.

Monica smiled again then gently rolled them both up on top of her holding them both so protectively close in her arms.

"Mmm," Dana moaned again then snuggled in and dropped a thigh down between her legs as she cradled her sleeping little son more cozily between them. He was still out like a light snoozing so peacefully between both his mommies now.

Monica tightened her hold around her charge for a moment, leaned down and kissed her lover on the crown, then sighed happily. She could hardly believe how happy and contented she could be, feeling such immense joy and happiness, lying here in her own home, in her own den, in front of her own fireplace, with the two most important people ever in her entire life lying in her arms, and her two furry little friends slumbering contentedly down at the edges of their feet, too. …Wow!... What had she ever done to deserve such immense happiness?

"Mon? Let's go to bed," Dana suddenly whispered, out of the blue.

The raven-haired beauty cocked an eyebrow.

Dana then cocked a little red-auburn eyebrow herself as she pressed her thigh more intimately in against her lover’s groin.

“Mm,” Monica barely responded to her lover’s mischievous little leg-and-thigh-press against her groin, then cocked a dark-raven eyebrow yet again. "You're serious," she whispered.

"Umhum. Very," Dana purred very low and seductively as she pressed her thigh in even more convincingly against her lover’s warming groin.

“Oh,” she responded as her hips and pelvis pushed up instinctively against Dana’s insistent thigh in spite of herself. …Oh my goodness… Dana was really beginning to tease her with her thigh. "Oh," she barely whimpered again in spite of herself. ...Um, um, um... The little redhead was begin quite insistent with her desires for them. And sometimes her lover's highly-energized sexual-appetite amazed her beyond comprehension.

"Is that a problem?" the lustful little redhead whispered again then pressed her thigh more urgently against her clit.

"Oh. Umum. No, I um—No. I'm just—No," the brunette rambled as she began to let go of her charge.

Dana then eased out from her lover’s arms leaving the sleeping little William lying on top of the brunette's chest, sat up, stretched her back out for a moment, then eased up to her knees and then reached down for little Wills.

Monica smiled as she then began to sit up herself, with Dana’s help, and cradled little Wills in her arms being very careful not to awaken him.

"Here, I can take him," Dana lightly whispered again as she then took little Wills from her arms, holding him, until Monica could rise up and stand.

Monica then stood up, stretched her back out for a moment, too, then knelt down to retrieve their slumbering little son.

Within moments, they were both down the hallway and inside the nursery placing little William in his crib. They both stood there watching him sleep for a few moments. Dana then reached up and wrapped her arms around her lover—Monica pulling her in close, too.

"Mmm, Moni. Thank you."

"For what?"

"For loving me, loving my son."

"And how could I not? You're my destiny."

"You think?" Dana teased.

"Umhum. I know."

Dana chuckled then squeezed her own destiny in a little tighter in her arms for a moment, too. “Come on, baby, let's go to bed."

Monica chuckled at her lover’s impatience. "Okay, but I need to throw another log or two on the fire for the night."

"Okay. I'll wait."

Monica then eased her arms down to get a little better grip on the little redhead then lifted her up in her arms for a few moments holding her so tight as Dana just collapsed into her arms enjoying every single minute of it. "Mmm, go onto bed now. I'll be there in a minute," she whispered as she began to ease her back down to the floor.

"Okay, don't be long."

"I won't. Do I ever keep you waiting for very long?"

Dana giggled. No. Her lover was pretty amazing at how she could come up with the most inconspicuous, unusual and improbable places to make a little love. It must have been that wildly creative and innovative streak that flowed consistently through her.

Monica winked at her, then eased in for another quick little kiss, cupping her cheek, then leaned back out and double-winked at her yet again before leaving the nursery for the den.

"Mmm," Dana moaned softly into the darkness of the room. She then reached down and lightly caressed her sleeping little son's cheek for a moment before turning herself for the bedroom. Her body and soul still yearned and burned for her lover. She just could not seem to get enough of her these last few days—weeks—more like months. "Mmm." And she wasn't sure why. But then she had never been so in-love with anyone in her entire life! And …Oh wow!... did it ever feel so good to be so ravenously in-love.

8:21 PM: "Oawh," the little redhead yawned rolling over in the bed for a moment to clutch her lover's pillow. "Mmm," she sighed again, happy as could be. Suddenly, she heard her lover's soft, distinctive footsteps coming down the hallway towards the bedroom. She smiled, her heart bursting with pure joy.

Monica entered the bedroom carrying two little pussy-cats, one a little red-auburn in her arms, the other a dark-raven draped over her shoulders and back of her neck with her little padded paws curling down along the front of her chest.

Dana giggled. "What are you doing bringing them to bed?"

"Well, you know they'll end up in here anyway. So, I thought I'd save them the trip," the brunette said as she eased down to the bed, Xena jumping down from the back of her neck, as she then placed little Gabby down on the bed next to her.

"Oh my," Dana giggled again as she reached out to pet her furry little look-a-like.

"Eeow," little Gabby chirped then rubbed up against her palm.

Monica chuckled, too, then ordered them to the foot of the bed. "All right girls, you know where your spot is," she said as Xena chirped then eased in for a quick little goodnight caress too, before moving down to her spot on the bed. "Um, um, um. Have I spoiled you or what?" the brunette said as she reached down to give the brown-black little kitty-cat a stroke underneath her chin.

"Yep. You've spoiled them. Almost as bad as you have me," the little redhead teased.

Monica chuckled again, then eased in under the covers herself sliding in next to her lover. Suddenly, she realized that her lover was not wearing any pajamas. Or at least it appeared to be that way, that her lover had gone to bed naked. She cocked an eyebrow, rolling in a little closer, then slid an arm in along her lover's warm, soft bare abdomen, scoping out the possibility. ...Hum... She then eased her hand up, feeling around for the bottom of her lover's pajama-top, just to make sure she was not imagining things.

Dana chuckled cocking a little red-auburn eyebrow herself. "What are you looking for? Hum?" she teased.

"Oh, just looking—feeling around."

"Oh yeah? Finding anything of interest?"

"Oh yeah," the inquisitive brunette said as she then eased in, lifting the covers up and out of the way, then nuzzled her nose in along her lover's bare chest. "Oh yeah. Um-hum, very interesting," she said again, burying her face and cheek in along the warm, sweet valley of her lover's creamy-white breasts. "Mmm, God, you feel so good, smell so good, taste so good," she breathed again inhaling a deep, long breath, and filling her nostrils with that distinct flowery Scully-scent, unique only to her lover, intermingled with a little whiff of bath soap, still lingering from her recent shower.

"Mmm, take your clothes off. I want to lie here with you, utterly naked. Okay?"

The brunette cocked a dark-raven eyebrow again. "Okay. Sounds good to me," she said as she rose up and began to shed her own pajamas off as well. Within a half a minute, she had all of her clothes off, too, including her underwear. She smiled then eased back down along her lover's stark-naked body.

"Mmm, yeah, just lie here with me, okay? Lie here with me. I need you to lie with me."

"Okay baby," Monica responded, moving in and rolling in on top of her, sheltering her from all that could harm her. "I love you, honey. Are you okay?" she asked beginning to grow a little concerned over her lover's seeming sense of urgency.

"Umhum, just, I need to feel you next to me, on top of me, inside of me."

Monica widened her eyes, then rose up on her elbows, making eye-contact, as her fully nude body stayed draped all over the top of her lover's fully nude body, her legs wrapped up around her lover's upper thigh, as her mound rubbed in against her lover's warm, soft crotch.

"Oh yes, baby, yes. Love me. Love me like you do," Dana panted.

"What?" Monica cocked an eyebrow.

"Love me. Love me like you do," Dana panted again.

"Oh. You mean—"

"Yes, I need you, I need to feel you, now."

"Oh." ...Oh wow... The brunette's heartbeat and respiration quickened instantly inside her chest, from her lover's words. She knew exactly what her lover wanted from her. The amorous little redhead wanted her to make-love to her—with just her thoughts, her spirit, her mind, her very soul. She wanted her to use her extrasensory abilities to love and caress her with her very soul. And she could do that—very easily—for the beautifully petite, little red-auburn-haired woman was so easy to love.

"Oh Moni. Can you do it?" Dana asked as her heartbeat and respiration began to quicken, too, staring into her lover's dark-chocolate, mesmeric eyes and losing herself into those dark-chocolate hypnotic eyes while that deep, penetrating gaze of Monica's pierced her right through to her very soul. She knew it took an immense amount of mental strength, power and stamina to do what she was asking. And they had not had much sleep last night. But she also knew that Monica was very strong, focused and gifted, due to her extraordinary, extrasensory, almost supernatural gift.

Monica smiled then leaned down a few inches until their lips barely grazed, their tongues lightly darting out and teasing each other. "Yes baby, but are you sure? You sure you're not too tired?" she whispered barely audible.

"Yes. I'm sure. Please, Moni. Please, make-love to me like you do. I need to feel you, inside of me," the little redhead panted yet again.

"Oh Dana, God. Okay, I'll love you, baby, with every ounce of my soul," she said then leaned in and began to gently graze and suck on her lover's lips—the upper, and then the lower—teasing her, back and forth between her upper, and then the lower, as she focused her energy and concentrated on the little redhead's eyes, never breaking the intimate, penetrating eye-contact. ...Mmm, God, I love you. I love you, baby. Can you hear me? Hum? Can you hear me? Hear my voice, telling you how much I love you? Hum? Can you hear me? Feel me? Feel how much I love you? Hum?... she mused as she concentrated and focused her dark-chocolate, hypnotic gaze more penetratingly into Dana's bright blue.

"Oh," Dana shivered slightly into the penetrating gaze. ...Yes... She could hear her as the brunette's tantilizing little suckles, tugs, and teases along her lips drove her wild with desire—her body and soul beginning to tingle and burn with growing anticipation.

Monica smiled through her gentle kisses, increasing the intensity of her penetrating gaze, and pouring all the love, passion and devotion she could muster into her look, beginning to love her baby and fill her famished soul with just her mind, her thoughts, her spirit, her very soul.

"Mmm, ohhh," the little redhead moaned again, her heartbeat quickening, her blood-pressure rising, her breathing beginning to come in short little gasps, as she felt that sweet and familiar slow-burn beginning to radiate throughout her very core. "Oh Moni," she lightly gasped again—her body beginning to shiver more visibly from the immense emotional intensity, as her lover gazed into her eyes—loving her, caressing, stroking her, penetrating her to her very core, with just her mind, her thoughts, her spirit, her very soul—imagining herself inside of her—penetrating her, stroking her, caressing her, loving her —to the very center of her soul.

...Oh Dana. I love you. I want you. I need you. Feel me. Feel my love. Feel me inside of you. Feel me, baby. Feel me, now. Loving you, loving you, loving you. I'm loving you, I'm inside of you, loving you, loving you, loving you... the telepathic brunette mused, concentrating her thoughts more intently on the little redhead and staring into her sparkling deep-ocean-blue eyes, as she continued her gentle and easy kisses along her lips, teasing her gently with her tongue, and barely flicking it in and out of her lover's mouth.

"Oh. Oh Moni," the little redhead lightly gasped again, determined not to close her eyes and break the enchanting spell, as her deep-ocean-blue eyes stayed transfixed on her lover's piercing dark-brown.

Monica cocked an eyebrow—her own body beginning to shiver slightly from the intense telepathic energy she was using, and her own breathing beginning to come in short little gasps, too—as she continued to imagine and visualize herself and her tongue licking, teasing, stroking, and ultimately probing inside her lover's warm, wet cave—stroking, licking, teasing and probing, twirling and circling around and around, deep inside, and all the way to the very center of her lover's very soul.

"...oh... oh... ngh!" Dana suddenly groaned, her hips bucking up into her lover's groin, as she grabbed onto her lover's bare butt, squeezing her soft buttock cheeks inside her palms. "Oh... oh... oh God!... Moni!... I... I can feel it... I can... feel you... inside of... Ohhh!" she groaned out yet again, her hips bucking up one more time into her lover's groin as her words came out in short little gasps.

"...Mmm, Dana... Love me... Please baby, love me, too... Please, love me... with your mind... Please, baby...." the brunette petitioned softly, her own soft whispers coming out in short little gasps, too.

"...oh... oh.... but... I don't know how..."

"...Yes. Yes, you do... Yes, baby... You do... Just focus... Focus on me... On my eyes... On my... Ohhh!" the brunette suddenly groaned out quite loudly herself. "Oh God... Yes... That's it... That's it, baby... Yes... Oh God..."

"...oh... oh... Ngh!" Dana suddenly groaned out quite loudly again herself as her hips bucked up into the brunette's aching groin once more. ...Oh God... She was about to come. But she didn't want to come. Not yet. She quickly held back her orgasm then refocused all of her spiritual energy on her lover—imagining and visualizing herself licking, teasing, stroking and probing all around her lover's warm, wet cavity, too—teasing, licking, stroking and probing—with just her mind, her thoughts, her spirit, and her very soul as well.

"...oh, oh, ah, my God..." Monica began to pant, barely audible, as her body shivered and trembled more urgently into the arousing sensations. ...Oh God, Dana, yes baby, yes, please, don't stop, don't stop, please, don't stop... she pleaded as her heart and soul began to pound and burn more urgently inside her chest—her clit, entrance and very center burning with need from all the physical sensations her lover was creating inside her body, with just her mind, her thoughts and imagination—the little redhead tenaciously envisioning herself stroking, licking and caressing all around the shivering brunette's burning clit and wet, hot cavity with her tongue and lips—circling and teasing, sucking and nibbling on her lover's very center.

"...oh, oh, mmm..." the trembling brunette panted softly, cocking an eyebrow, as the little redhead did the same.

"...mmm, mmm, Mon..."

Their hips and pelvic areas began to buck and rock more vigorously into each other with their legs squeezing together into a mutual approaching orgasm.

"...oh, oh. Ngh!" Dana gutturally groaned out again into the beginning orgasm. She just could not hold it back any longer. "Oh, oh God Moni, God," she trembled and shuddered as her release led her lover into a sweet and gentle release, too—their hips and pelvic areas rocking into the wonderfully sweet sensations, her clit twitching and burning into a wonderfully satisfying orgasm.

"Oh! Ohhh!" Monica groaned out quite loudly too, her hips jerking, then jerking up hard once more against the redhead's mound, her own clit and insides burning and quivering into the sweet release. "Oh God, honey," she panted, instantly dropping down into her lover's arms, utterly breathless, as her lover wrapped her up more snuggly in her arms, both of them shivering with the sweet, gentle ripples of aftermath.

After a few moments, the little redhead smiled, reaching up and brushing her lover's thick, dark-raven hair out of her eyes.

The shimmering brunette smiled, too, her face glistening with pure bliss, as she made eye-contact again.

Dana grinned. "Oh God, my God, did you come?"

"Mmm, umhum. You know I did," the brunette chuckled.

"You did? You really did?" Dana's heart leaped inside her chest.

"Yes, baby. You know I did," she repeated.

"But—? I—Really? You did? You really did?" Dana's eyes watered up with tears.

"Yes honey. Oh no, now. Why are you crying, hum?"

Happy tears were rolling down the jubilant little redhead's cheeks even more fervently from nothing more than pure bliss.

"Oh Dana, shhh."

"Oh God, but I did it! I did it! I actually did it! I—I—Oh God!" the little redhead choked out through her tears.

"Shhh, yes, you did, baby. See? I told you, you could," Monica smiled again, caressing her cheek. And she was happy, too—for the both of them. Because this newest perfected skill of Dana's could open up many more doors, channels and intimate paths for them, taking them all the way into each other's very hearts and souls if they wanted it to.

A few months ago—after several months of mild disagreements, and extreme frustration on Monica's part—Dana had finally acknowledged and accepted the fact that she did have undeniable psychic/telepathic/extrasensory skills, too, just like Monica. And even though her newly-discovered skills might not be as strong, sensitive, or as powerful as Monica's, she still had been learning how to use them, hone them and perfect them—again, with Monica's help—over these last few months, and ultimately strengthening them until she could actually communicate telepathically and make-love to her baby, creating all the physical sensations needed, inside her lover's very soul, to reach that ultimate pinnacle of emotional, physical and spirtual climax, using only her thoughts and imagination.

"Oh, baby. It was wonderful. Perfect. Pure heaven," Monica whispered again, encouraging her lover, and helping her to build her confidence in her most recently acknowledged extrasensory abilities. "Mmm, God, baby. I could feel you—feel your love—all over me—surrounding me—inside of me, my heart, and my soul," she choked out herself as warm, happy tears began to run down her cheeks as well.

"Oh God. Look at us," Dana giggled through her happy tears, reaching up and wiping a couple of stray tears away from her lover's wet cheeks, too.

Monica smiled, gazing into her lover's lovesick eyes, as her own lovesick eyes spilled more tears of pure bliss down her cheeks.

They lay there together, Monica on top and Dana on the bottom, with her body sprawled out all over the top of the little redhead, basking in the purest of spiritual intimacy—their legs intertwined and straddling each other's thighs, as their physical bodies practically merged into one; their immense joy, love and devotion for one another encircling them, enveloping them, surrounding them; their intermingled spirits beginning to float, rise and spiral high above them; both of them lost inside the spiritual interconnectedness, as they both began to feel that wonderfully slow and familiar burn begin to spread throughout their very cores all over again.

This latest little round of lovemaking might not have been quite as physically demanding and energetic as some of the others had been—ones that they had been sharing all day and all night, since last night, but it was just as spiritually energizing and revitalizing. And much more significant. For their very souls were currently interlinked, intertwined, interconnected, and miraculously merged into one. And each time they used their psychic/telepathic/extrasensory skills to love, touch and caress each other's very souls, it just strengthened their very souls—cores, spirits—and melded them that much more into one unconquerable, invincible spirit—a perfect union of two souls, blended into one—of one mind, one body, one spirit—preparing them for all of the difficult challenges that still lie ahead, as they continue to battle all the dark, evil, relentless forces surrounding them.

After a couple of minutes of perfect spiritual union...

"Mmm," the dark-raven-haired beauty moaned tightening her arms around the other half of her split-in-half soul.

"Mmm," the red-auburn-haired beauty moaned, too, following suit, and tightening her arms around the other half of her split-in-half soul, too.

"God, I love you, you know that, don't you?"

"Mmm, wow, yes, how could I not after that?"

The raven-haired beauty chuckled.

"Oh God, Moni. There's no way to even describe what we just—wow!"

"I know," the raven-haired beauty agreed.

"I—I just—I just wish that, I knew how to—wow!"

"What?"

"I—God, Moni—I could feel you—inside of me. And I'm still feeling you.And I—I just—wow!"

Monica then rose up to look into her lover's lovesick eyes once again.

"What?" the little redhead said cocking an eyebrow.

Monica just shook her head. "There is no way, is there? to describe what we just did. The fire. The tingling. The urgency. That slow burn. The—wow," she finally panted herself.

The little redhead giggled rising up for a kiss.

Monica instantly obliged her.

They kissed for several more seconds, lost inside that familiar, slow-burn rushing through their insides, tingling all the way down to their very toes.

Dana then rolled them both over in the bed, dropping her hips down between her lover's legs, and pressed her groin more snuggly in against hers.

"Mmm," Monica grinned cocking an eyebrow. "You ready for a little hands-on?"

"Mmm, I don't know. Maybe, but, I'm rather tired."

The brunette giggled. "Well, for Godsakes, I wonder why? We've been making-love all day and night."

Dana giggled, too.

"So. Having said that, if it's all the same to you, I think I'm ready to call it a night."

"Seriously?

"Yeah. I'm pretty tired."

Okay. But on one condition."

"Uh-oh. What's that?"

"I wanna watch."

"What?! Dana?" the brunette gasped.

"Yeah. I want to watch. I want to watch you pleasure yourself."

"Oh, for Godsakes. Dana? Honey? I'm tired. I—I'm not even sure if I could tonight."

"Oh, I know you can do it. It just might take you a little longer."

"Mmm," the brunette groaned. "Honey, I—I'm not kidding, I—I'm really tired. Especially, after what we just did. And what you just did to me, inside of that gorgeous little head of yours."

"Ohhh." Dana continued to lie on top of her, watching her, watching her changing expressions, and thoroughly enjoying the several moments of quiet deliberation her lover was obviously running through her mind. "Well?" she finally asked.

"Well, what?" Monica quipped.

"You gonna do it? You can use Flipper," Dana teased as she suddenly reached down between the mattress and bedsprings and pulled out their favorite dolphin-shaped dildo.

"Oh no, honey, no. I know I don't want that. I'm sore as it is."

Dana snorted.

"Well? I am. Shit!"

"Ohhh. Well what about Junior? Or Dev?"

Monica snorted herself. "You're going from Junior to Devin? Holy shit!" She began to chuckle, too, as she took the assortment of silicones toys from her lover's hand then shoved them all back in between the mattress and bedsprings.

"Well?" the little redhead teased her again.

"Well, what? Honey? You know I would, but—I'm not even sure if I could handle you right now, just your pinky."

Dana giggled again. "Oh, I know, and it's okay. I understand. It's just that—you're so beautiful when you pleasure yourself, and I—I just—wow!"

"You like to watch," Monica chuckled again. "But, sweetheart, maybe tomorrow night, after we rest up, okay? How about that?"

The voyeuristic little redhead nodded in agreement.

"Besides, I just want to lie here with you, and feel you on top of me for a little while. Okay? I just wanna, lie here with you. And maybe even go to sleep, with you on top of me, okay?"

Dana giggled. "Okay. We can do that," she teased as she rubbed her crotch in a little more seductively against her lover's mound.

"Mmm. Honey?"

"Yes?"

"You, are such a tease."

"Umhum. But you love me for it, now don't you?"

"Mmm. Umhum," the brunette grunted as she squeezed her lover in a little tighter in her arms.

...purr, purr, purr...

The two little kitties—one a dark-chocolate-brown and the other a light-auburn—continued to purr and dote on each other, licking, nibbling and grooming each other, totally lost from the world around them, as they fell deeper and deeper in love, too, just as their human counterparts had. And, yes, little kitties can fall in love, too. Especially, when their souls keep recycling back into this world in all different forms, shapes and sizes, their spirits eventually finding each other again, and again, and again, with the help of their human counterparts.

...purr, purrrrrr, purrrrrrrrrrrr...

Monica finally glanced down to the two blissful little cats. "My goodness, those two have their little motors running, don't they?" she chuckled in reference to their loud mutual purring.

"Mmm, yes, quite like ours," Dana teased.

"Oh yeah?"

"Mmm. Umhum. I think they've finally gotten the hang of it. Don't you?"

Monica began to giggle as Dana then began to purr quite seductively into her ear.

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The two sets of lovebirds continued to converse, purr, play and kiss on each other, all snuggled in together—the two human lovebirds talking about these last few days together, their first Valentine's Day together, when they first met, when they first made-love, when they first admitted their undying love for one another, when they ultimately committed their individual lives and futures together—talking about anything and everything, as they inevitably dropped off into a peaceful slumber, all wrapped up in each other's arms—totally, utterly and blissfully in love—as the two feline lovebirds continued to purr, lick, nibble and kiss on each other, too, making up for lost time, as they fell ever more deeply and blissfully in love with each other, too. It had been a very nice first Valentine's Day for both sets of lovebirds. And the next one should prove to be even better. Things just got better and better for them—two sets of lovebirds so totally, utterly and blissfully in love.

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