Give Me Love

Chapter 1

Marcy Chang stared at herself in the mirror, staring at her scar. It cut into her eyeball, making it look like a cat's eye. She'd always looked mysterious before but now it was much more so.

It was okay. Unfortunately it had worsened her vision in that eye and she had to get a whole new prescription. Also unfortunately she really couldn't wear colored contacts.

Ellen walked into the spacious closet and saw her wife just staring at her reflection. "Are you okay?"

"Do I still look like Pocahantus?"

Ellen was dead confused. "Huh?"

"They always said I looked like a mix of three Disney princesses. Ariel, Esmeralda and Pocahantus. Do I?"

Now that she'd said something... Ellen cocked her head. "Yes."

Marcy smiled slowly. "Come here."

Ellen shivered but basically floated over. "Yes?"

Marcy tugged her onto her lap. "Brown eyed girl."

Ellen flushed and ducked her head.

Marcy tickled her chin.

"Are you trying to get it on without me?" Mal scared Ellen.

"Yup."

He came up behind her. "Don't make me put you over my knee."

She pouted.

He played with her bottom lip. "Love you."

She leaned her head back.

His mouth dried at the look in her eyes. "I know you just took a shower but let's get dirty again."

A smile curved her full cheeks. "No. We all have places to be."

"I don't care about Antoll."

Her smile widened. "In that case..."

"Marcy." Ellen poked a dimple.

"You're no fun, Red."

Ellen was so happy Marcy was back to teasing her.

Mal rubbed a hand over Marcy's long hair. "When are we going to touch again?"

"I'm getting bigger." Marcy sulked.

"You are not." Ellen was jealous, too.

"I am, too. I'm fatter."

"Baby, that's not funny." Mal said.

Marcy glared at him.

"Baby, that's not true."

She lifted her nose. "Go away. I still have to put on makeup."

"Not until you tell us that you know you're not fat."

She sniffled.

He caught on that that was the wrong thing to say and instantly became enraged. He kissed her cheek softly. "I'm sorry I scared you but you're not fat. I don't care if you were Marc's size. I don't want to hear either of you saying such a thing again."

Ellen didn't want to hear Marcy say it either. "Yes, Mal."

Marcy tried to dig out of her despair and the past. "I say what I want."

He was glad her moxie was there but he meant what he said. He hunkered down at her side. "Please, Dove?"

She realized it was him and leaned forward to kiss him. "Okay, Mal."

He almost fell over.

Ellen giggled at his face while Marcy made one of her own. "Get away from me! I've got work!"