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"You're the first woman who's ever quoted Shakespeare to me after an orgasm," Kylie said. "Is this something I should routinely expect?"

"Only when you deserve it," Blair said, smirking. "That one deserves the entire St. Crispin's Day battle speech from Henry V, but I only know a few lines from it. “We few … we happy few …" She looked up at Kylie and giggled. "This is fun, isn't it?"

Kylie kissed her ears and her neck again, once more making Blair shiver. "Yes, it is. It's a lot of fun." She leaned close and whispered, "You seem to possess some definite bisexual tendencies. I hope I'm not overconfident, but I think I can flip your switch, Ms. Spencer."

"If I had been any more turned on, my central nervous system would have shorted out," Blair said, laughing.

"You know, that can't really happen," Kylie informed her. "I mean, you could possibly have a stroke, but it's not technically the same as shorting out an electrical system."

"How long have we been lovers?" Blair asked in an apparent non sequitur.

"Mmm … about an hour, I'd guess. Why?"

"'Cause you've already used up your allotment of 'I'm a doctor, and I know lots of stuff,'" she said, laughing softly. "I picked you for you looks, not your brain."

"Aww … do you think I'm pretty?" Kylie asked.

Blair swiveled her head around to look at her. "Are you kidding? Haven't I told you so a thousand times?"

"Uhm, I don't think you've ever told me," Kylie said. "Do you?"

Turning onto her side as well as she could, Blair looked up with her mouth open. "God, yes! I think you're one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen! You're … you're fantastic-looking, Kylie, and I can't believe I haven't told you."

"I don't think you have," Kylie said. "I'd remember."

Blair slapped herself in the forehead. "I feel like an idiot! You're always telling me how pretty you think I am. Why haven't I done the same to you?"

"I don't know. It doesn't bother me that you haven't. I was just wondering."

"You don't have to wonder any more, baby." Blair gave her a luminous smile and said, "I think you're absolutely gorgeous, Kylie, and I promise I'll tell you so every time it strikes me." She pondered the issue for a moment and said, "You know, I guess I'm used to lovers telling me what they think about my body and my face. Men don't seem to care what you think about how they look — as long as you tell them they have a fantastic penis, they're happy."

"Well, I'd like to think my vulva was the nicest one you'd ever had," Kylie grinned.

“I'm not the type to rush to judgment," Blair said. "I need to take a good, long look. Now would be good, I think."

"Now works for me," Kylie agreed, looking eager and willing.

"We just have to figure out how to get this ungainly body around yours," Blair said. "Got any ideas?"

Kylie scratched her head, looking a little embarrassed. "You know, in my fantasies, I'm always making love to you. I've never worked out the geometry."

"In my fantasies, I'm making love to you, but I'm not pregnant," Blair said, laughing. "I told you my imagination sucked!"

"This isn't a difficult proposition," Kylie insisted. "Let's just do this the easy way. We can get more creative later."

"What's the easy way?"

Kylie climbed out from behind her and placed a couple of pillows down. "Lie on your side and rest against those. I'll be right back." She was back in a flash, carrying Blair's body pillow. "I'll put this behind your back to give you some support, then we're good to go."

"Where do you fit?"

"Right in front of you," Kylie said. She lay on her side, facing Blair, sharing the same pillows.

"I like this," Blair said. "Looking at you this close-up is a treat. So easy to kiss you, too." She put her arm behind Kylie and pulled her close. They kissed for a long time, slowly stoking the embers that had begun to cool. "Such beautiful breasts," Blair murmured, touching them with the backs of her fingers. "And sooo sensitive." The nipples popped up immediately, red and ripe like a pair of raspberries.

"I've been on the verge of orgasm for about half an hour," Kylie whispered. "If I'm not sensitive, then you were right about my nervous system shorting out."

"See? Everybody thinks laypeople don't know anything until a nervous system blows."

"You know, I think I need to protect mine," Kylie said. "Why don't we get down to business?"

"I thought we were," Blair said.

"I swear that I love to be touched and stroked, but I can't wait much longer. I'm in pain."

Blair ran her hand through Kylie's curls, looking concerned. "Are you really?"

"Well … maybe not exactly pain …"

"You big faker. You're not getting off so easily, Doc. You tortured me forever!"

"I know, but I was torturing myself at the same time," Kylie insisted. "Can't you give me a little break?"

Blair gave her a facetious scolding look. "Oh, all right, but not until I kiss those breasts."

She started to bend to reach them, but Kylie scooted up to present them to the blonde. "Always willing to help a good cause," Kylie said. "Ooo … damn, I can't believe how sensitive they are."

Blair looked up, her mouth full of breast. "Too hard?" she asked when her mouth was empty.

"No, not at all." Kylie urged her head right back where it had been. "I'm very good about saying what I need. I'll tell you if I don't like something, and you'll be able to tell how much I do like something."

Blair gave her a wry smile and said, "I don't know why I haven't guessed that. You're a gabby little thing." After wrinkling her nose at Kylie, Blair got to work. She wasn't tentative in the least, which surprised Kylie a little. The blonde explored at her own pace, first licking the nipples gently, seeing how they reacted. She flicked at the hard tips, then ran her tongue around the areola, watching Kylie's face to see if she reacted. Back and forth she went from firm, pebbled flesh to the softer, smoother surrounding skin, experiencing the differences in texture.

Using the flat of her tongue, she started to lick Kylie's breasts like an ice cream cone, working all around the mounds. Kylie smiled down at her, one of her hands resting lightly on the back of Blair's neck. Experiencing Kylie this way felt so intimate — so close that Blair could have stayed just like this for the rest of the evening. But she hadn't learned much so far, and she wasn't going to stop until she knew what her partner liked.

Watching Kylie's face, she reached up and took one of the hard nipples between her fingers and began to roll it back and forth. That got the doctor's attention, and she pressed her hips against Blair's belly while letting out a soft groan.

Intrigued, Blair increased the pressure and twisted the nipple a little roughly. "Yeah," the doctor growled, her voice low and sexy. Blair sat up so she could reach both breasts at once. Kylie rolled onto her back to present herself more fully, and the blonde licked her lips at the mere thought of making the doctor make that sound again.

She plumped both nipples with her fingers, then squeezed each of them hard, her eyes sparkling when Kylie's hips thrust just as hard in response. Blair then bent over her and took a rosy red nipple in her mouth and raked it between her teeth, then sucked on it with vigor.

"Just like that, just like that," Kylie panted, her voice sounding hoarse and raspy. She quickly and repeatedly tapped Blair on the shoulder, urging her on, and the smaller woman realized the gesture was completely unconscious.

Blair suckled one breast until Kylie winced in pain, then moved to the other, going back and forth until her tongue started to ache. Just when she thought she'd draw blood, Kylie raised her knee and planted her foot on the bed. In seconds Blair could detect the scent of Kylie's desire, and she licked her lips, ready to move down and taste her. But the doctor grasped her hand and slipped it between her legs, moaning, "Touch me, baby, please."

Focusing all of her attention on this new delight, Blair touched Kylie's thigh and started to work her way up. But the doctor had an agenda, and she took over. "Suck on my nipples," she whispered. Blair blinked up at her, but did as she asked. Then Kylie took Blair's hand and grasped three of her fingers together and pushed them against her opening. "Come inside me," she said hoarsely. "In and out … yeah, just like that … perfect."

Kylie shifted her hips, opened her legs wide and started to touch herself, rubbing her clitoris around in a circle with three of her fingers. She started out fast and went faster and faster, desperately seeking relief. She got it when Blair sucked one of her nipples in and bit it, simultaneously pressing her fingers deep into Kylie.

"Yes!" she cried out triumphantly. "Yes! God, yes!" Her whole body shook and rocked, and Blair watched in amazement as a pink flush slowly covered her breasts and then her throat, her nipples fiercely erect. "Can you hold me?" Kylie asked tiredly. "I can roll over if you need me to."

"Oh, I can reach you," Blair soothed.

She tentatively withdrew, trying to pull out as gently as she could. Kylie stopped her at one point, murmuring, "Wait … wait … just a second." Her muscles were still spasming, and Blair could feel her wet flesh pulse against her fingers. When she'd opened up, Kylie took Blair's wrist and pulled the fingers out easily, then she rolled over and plastered her body against her partner’s.

Blair held her fevered body, stroking her damp skin and kissing every place she could reach. They lay together in silence for a long while, Kylie's breathing changing from quick and short to long and slow breaths. When she had recovered, she rolled onto her back again and looked at her partner, "I swear I don't always have to take over. But I was gonna die if I didn't get some relief, and I didn't want that on your head — especially your first time out."

Blair caught her nose and gave it a good tug. "You can tell me what to do any time you like. I like to work for an effective manager, and you sure as hell knew what you wanted."

Kylie looked at her thoughtfully. "That was a little different for me. I'm not usually into pain, but I had to have you bite me today." She shrugged her shoulders. "Who knows?"

Blair cuddled up against her shoulder and softly stroked her belly. "I had fun," she said. "A lot of fun. It was so cool to watch you and feel you get more and more excited. And when you came … with just a little stimulation, I could have come, too. It was sooo hot," she said, shivering at the thought.

"Huh," Kylie said. "Just watching me come could have gotten you off again. That's very interesting. I think we need to perform a little experiment."

"Such as?"

"Well, if you can almost come from watching, how much added stimulus do you need to come when you're not watching? This is something I need to know. Right now, as a matter of fact." She grabbed three pillows and pushed them against the headboard. "Sit up and rest your back against these," she said. Blair did as she was told, a smirk on her face. "Okay, now let me get into position." Kylie lay down on her side, her mouth exactly parallel with Blair's breast. She sucked gently on a nipple, while sliding her fingers into Blair's remarkably wet flesh.

"I love being partnered with a scientist," Blair sighed, as her head dropped back onto the pillows.

„G

Blair lay on her side, one leg and one arm thrown over her body pillow, her head resting on Kylie’s arm. Her lover was snuggled up against her back, placing delicate kisses all along her shoulders. “I dreamed this,” Blair murmured, her voice sleepy and soft.

“Dreamed … what?”

“That we’d just finished making love, and you were lying behind me, kissing my back.”

"When did you dream that?" Kylie asked, sounding equally enervated.

"The night I caught you and Julie groping each other on the sofa. I went to sleep, after masturbating furiously by the way, and I had erotic dreams about you all night long."

"You're such a little minx," Kylie said, her soft laughter making Blair's back vibrate.

"Yeah, I was in bed, dreaming about you, and you were next door having fun. I was more than a little jealous."

Kylie picked up her right hand and looked at it. "Hear that? She's jealous of you."

"What?" Blair asked.

"This is the only thing that got inside my panties that night," Kylie said ruffling her fingers in front of Blair's face.

"Are you serious? I thought you and Julie were … well, I thought you were well on your way to bed that night."

"You … don't … listen … to … me," Kylie said, taking a playful nip of Blair's back to punctuate each word. "I make love to women I love. I didn't love Julie, so even though I was massively turned on, I kept my wits and stopped before we got out of control. Your coming home when you did was a great help, by the way."

"Anything I can do to help," Blair said. She patted the bed in front of her. "Climb over me so I can look at you."

Summoning all of her energy, Kylie clambered over her lover, then settled down so they were facing each other. "Hi," she said.

"Hi." Blair stroked her face, then kissed her tenderly. "I'm so glad you didn't sleep with Julie. I love the fact that you set standards for yourself and do your best to stick to them. Even though it must have been hard for you to refuse her that night."

Kylie hid her face by snuggling it into Blair's neck. "You have no idea. When she started playing with my breasts, I almost came! Two years is a long time to wait."

"We'll make up for lost time," Blair said.

"If you want to make up for two years, you must have enjoyed your evening. Sure you don't have any complaints, criticisms, suggestions?"

Blair caressed her lover's cheek. “Not one. You, Doctor Mackenzie, are the most astounding of lovers. You made me feel beautiful and desirable and sexy. I felt absolutely idolized while you were touching me. You know, it’s been half an hour, and I’m still having aftershocks from that last orgasm — so I’d say you beat my expectations by a wide margin.” She kissed Kylie and grinned at her expectantly. “So, how’d I do for a rookie?”

Kylie wrapped her in a hug and kissed her repeatedly, her touch light enough to tickle. “If the Cubs had a rookie like you, they’d finally make it to the World Series,” she asserted. Her expression slowly grew serious, and she said, “You know, I’ve tried to shut down quite a bit for the last two years so that I didn't think of sex much. But now that my senses have awakened, I don’t think I’ll be able to go two days! It felt so unbelievably fantastic to have you touch me with such love. That’s what I’ve been waiting for, Blair. I’ve been waiting for the love.” Kissing her slowly, exploring her mouth for a long while, she finally lifted her head and murmured, “I felt so loved.”

"You always will," Blair promised. "Always."

„G

Half an hour later, Kylie was standing in front of the refrigerator, shaking her head at the dearth of desirable foodstuffs therein. “Why do we never have any good junk food?” She turned to Blair and said, “Oh, well, I can live on love.” She waited a beat for Blair to reply, then walked over to her, “Hey, what’s wrong?”

The smaller woman had her hand on her abdomen, and her face was tense. “My uterus is still pulsing pretty strongly, and it’s starting to worry me. I think I should call Monique.”

Immediately shifting into physician mode, Kylie said, "I have a disposable speculum in my bag. Let me take a look."

"Do you know what you're looking for?"

"Well, yeah," she said, slightly indignant. "I'm not a gynecologist, but I'd certainly know if anything was obviously wrong. I did a rotation in obstetrics when I was a resident, you know."

Blair pursed her lips and thought for a moment, then shook her head. "No, I don't think I want you to touch me clinically. I think it'd be icky."

Kylie bit her tongue and tried to think of Blair's feelings rather than her own need to help. "That makes sense," she said. "I only offered because you look pretty tense."

"I am."

“I don’t think there’s anything to worry about,” the doctor said. “But if you’re worried, you should talk to Monique. Let me give her a buzz — then you don’t have to go through her service.”

“Kylie, I don’t want you to impose on your friendship like that. She has the service for a reason. I simply want her to call me when she has a minute and reassure me.”

The doctor sat down on one of the stools at the breakfast bar and drummed her fingers on the counter. "Are you sure you want to do that?"

"Why not? She's my doctor."

"I know, but she knows you're in the middle of a divorce. She might wonder …"

Blair touched her shoulder and looked into her eyes. "Are you worried about what Monique will think of me?"

"A little," Kylie admitted.

"I think that's awfully cute," Blair said, running a hand through her hair. "Why don't I just tell her the truth?"

"That you just had sex with a woman?"

"No, you dope! That I just had sex with you."

"Oh, Blair, you don't wanna do that. You don't wanna come out to anyone this soon."

"Kylie, I don't wanna argue about this. I just want someone to help me stop worrying."

Kylie looked at her, a grin on her face. "I'll call my dad!"

"Your dad? You don't want me to tell Monique about us, but you're willing to call your dad to ask him about the intensity of the orgasm you just gave me. Do you see anything wrong with this picture?"

"It's just a medical question, Blair. What's the big deal? I think he'd like it that we trusted his opinion."

"Kylie, you've obviously lost your mind. Now, I can either call Monique, or I can just worry until this stops." She put her hand on her belly and said, "You know … I think it has stopped." She put two fingers together and flicked them at the back of Kylie's head. "You wasted so much time, the problem went away!"

"One of the first lessons I learned in med school," the doctor laughed. "If you make someone wait long enough, he usually gets better on his own."

"Or dies," Blair grumbled.

"Well, there's always a slight risk of that," Kylie agreed. "Stuff happens."

"Just for that, you have to go get the dogs from the sitter. And get some ice cream while you're out. I have to have mint cookies and cream, and don't even think about coming home without it."

Kylie shook her head, getting up from thestool. "I've been in a relationship for a day, and I'm already being ordered around."

Blair caught her before she could get away. "I'll only punish you when you're bad," she said. "Sadly, you're often bad." She kissed her softly, then turned up the heat a little when Kylie responded. "Thankfully, you're usually very, very good."

„G

Kylie came home with two happy dogs and two pints of ice cream, the second one of another flavor, just in case. The dogs, as always, knew exactly where Blair was, and they ran, in tandem, down the hall to her room. Kylie followed along and saw that Blair was on the phone. She blew her a kiss, then went and put the ice cream in the freezer.

Feeling a little at loose ends, she went into her office and spent some time on Medline, looking up information on the sexual response patterns of pregnant women. As always when she was searching for something in a database, other articles caught her interest, and she lost all track of time. It wasn't until her back began to ache from sitting in one position that she realized she'd been at her computer for over an hour. She got up and walked by Blair's room, finding her lying on the bed, talking to and petting the dogs. "Hi. Uhm, do you need some alone time?"

"No. I'm just too lazy to move. Do you need alone time?"

"No." Kylie was leaning on the door frame, looking very uncertain of herself.

"Come here," Blair said. Kylie did, sitting down on the bed. "What's going on in that pretty head?"

"Nothin'."

"Ha! There's always something going on up there." Blair tapped the doctor's temple and said, "Come on, tell me."

"Uhm … I don't … I'm not … sure how we should be around each other now. You know what I mean?"

"Unh-uh. Not a clue."

"Aw, come on. You must feel a little funny."

"Nope. Not a bit."

"Blair," Kylie said in a voice that came perilously close to being a whine, "you just had lesbian sex for the first time. That has to bring up some kind of reaction. It has to. And don't try to tell me you're not feeling funny, because you've been in here all by yourself for over an hour. That's not like you."

Blair stroked her leg, smiling sweetly. "Where were you for the last hour, honey?"

"On the computer. Why?"

"'Cause I was lying here, waiting for you to finish. You have to walk by my bedroom to go anywhere, so I knew I'd see you."

"Oh."

"I feel fine, Kylie. Really, I do. But I don't think you do. What's going on?"

Kylie blew out a breath, the force making her lips flap. "I've met a lot of lesbians in my life, and all of them, every single one, had pretty strong feelings about the first time she had sex with another woman. I'm afraid you're not facing your feelings."

"Sweetie, I am facing my feelings. I feel loved and cared for and sexually satisfied and very, very happy. Those are my feelings. But I also feel a little boxed in by you. You seem to need for me to experience things in a certain way, and when I don't … you're upset."

"I'm not upset," Kylie said earnestly. "I'm worried about you."

"You don't need to be," Blair said. "I'm an adult, Kylie, and I thought this through before I did it. I had no qualms before, and I don't have any now. I'm not that kind of person." She took the doctor's hand and chafed it between her own. "I told you last week that I wasn't a mad love kinda girl. Well, I'm not a mad kinda decision maker, either. I don't do many important things impulsively, and I never have. I want to have a relationship with you, I want it to be sexual, and I want it to be permanent. I'm not going to change my mind."

"Are you sure?" Kylie asked, looking at her through thick, dark lashes.

"Yes, sweetheart, I'm sure. You're my love, and you're going to be until you're sick of me."

"Or you're sick of me," Kylie added.

"How could I get sick of someone who gets cuter every time I see her?" Blair asked, giving her a warm smile.

The blonde put a couple of pillows in front of her chest and urged her partner to lie down. Kylie did, facing Blair, her face nestled against the protruding belly. She pulled on the tie, letting the robe open, then bared her lover's tummy. "Hi, Mackenzie," she said, patting the skin gently. "Did you have a nice evening? Your house got rocked tonight, didn't it? We're trying to acclimate you to earthquakes before you're even born. See how well-prepared we are?"

Blair giggled, loving to watch Kylie talk to the baby like he was looking right at her. "Your house is gonna rock a lot, buddy, and I hope it doesn't bother you. But one day, you'll be outside with us, and you won't hear us making love — well, you might hear us a little, but you won't know what we're doing for years and years, and by that time, your mommy will probably have killed me."

Blair rapped her on the head. "I meant that in a good way," Kylie said, looking up. "I don't know if my heart can take many more orgasms like I had today. Oh, speaking of orgasms, I did some research while you were on the phone. I read a study that showed uterine contractions can last for up to an hour after a strong orgasm, and that it's nothing to worry about as long as they're not accompanied by pain."

"Far from it," Blair said, smiling. "They were accompanied by intense pleasure."

"So … did you really enjoy yourself tonight? Anything you wish I had done differently?"

"Hmm … there is one thing," Blair said.

"What?"

"You could stop asking me if I enjoyed myself. You know enough about the female body to know I wasn't faking it, Kylie." She stroked her head and said, "You were so confident when we were in bed that I thought you were over your anxiety about this. But now you seem worried again. What can I do to reassure you?"

"Nothin'," Kylie said. "I just have to remind myself that you're not me, and you're not a kid. Hell, you probably don't even think of this as a coming out experience."

"No, I don't," Blair agreed. "It's a falling in love experience. This doesn't change how I feel about myself."

Kylie stared up at her, unable to fully accept Blair's statement.

"It doesn't," Blair said, seeing the doubt in the concerned blue eyes.

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