Sara
                              We walked back to our resort and we were greeted by the resort's manager and some of the staff, while handing us a basket of cold cuts, cheese, and four bottles of wine.
                              "Congratulations!" They all cheered.
                              "Aww thank you!" Jessica and I said in unison as we received the basket and headed to the elevator.
                              "I love you..." Jessica said as she looked deep in my eyes as we waited for the elevator to take us to our floor. Her eyes full of peace and love. 
                              "I love you, Jessica. I will always love you." 
                              We entered our suite and both of us stopped a few steps from the door.
                              "So, this is how it feels like coming home without the kids. I forgot how quiet it can be." I said.
                              "I know... It's awfully quiet. I miss them already. But this is good right? I mean we need quiet from time to time? Right? For our own sanity? Oh gosh I sound crazy!" Jessica mumbles. She mumbles when she's worried, or bothered, which sometimes could be amusing and cute. Her verbal vomit is cute on her. I cannot help but chuckle and shake my head.
                              "Yes Baby this is good. Having time for yourself and for just us is healthy. It's healthy not just for you or me but for the children as well. If we lose our minds we say and do things we don't mean to and we'd end up hurting each other. So, yes, this is good. Don't ever feel guilty if at anytime you want some alone time with yourself, okay?"
                              "Or alone time with you..." Jessica said, almost like a whisper.
                              "Yes, alone time with me." I faced her and gave her a deep, passionate kiss.
                              "Okay... Good. So, shower?" Jessica said with a high pitch as we parted from the kiss.
                              "Shower is good," I answered, thought running through my mind already.
                              "But no touching!" She exclaimed as she walked headed to the bedroom.
                              "Uhg what? Why?" I pouted and complained like a toddler.
                              "Because..." Was all she said. In a flat tone. What was that supposed to mean?
                              "Because what?" I whined some more.
                              "Just no touching..." She looked at me sternly. I nod and followed her still pouting.
                              Jessica
                              I asked to go shower to freshen up. We need to freshen up. Then I decided to tease her. I tried to contain my laughter when I saw her pout about the no touching rule. Oh, that woman! She pouts way worse than Sofia! I wonder sometimes if she is younger than my baby girl.
                              We both undress and I can feel how hot her eyes are on me but I did my best to contain my posture despite the fact that I just want to devour her right this instant.
                              We went in the shower, and I can feel Sara sneaking a few "accidental" touches. 
                              "Hey! No touching, remember?"
                              "Yeah, whatever." Sara said as she rolled her eyes on me.
                              Good! She's getting pissed. I just need to keep up with for a few more minutes and we'd get this over and done with. I am going to give her the time of her life tonight. Yes, tonight IS the night.
                              "I'm done. I'm heading out and will go straight to bed." She said without looking at me. I smile.
                              "Okay Honey." I called out to her with an evil grin. 
                                      
                                   
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Behind the Fame
FanfictionWhat really is going on behind the screen? The story? The show? Behind all the fame? *Characters are borrowed from Grey's Anatomy and the real Jessica and Sara.* *Calzona needs better ending*
 
                                           
                                               
                                                  