<em>~Mila~</em><br/><br/>Mila smiled as Marcus looked over Mari and then Nicci and then herself. He teased her about the kiss she had given him, and she loved the sense of camaraderie that was already building between them, the friendship that had started when he'd held her hand in the dining room.  She wondered who he would pick to kiss first, and her smile grew when he described what Mari already meant to him and chose her.<br/><br/>She fervently hoped that the friendships that were being formed in this room would continue to bloom into more.  Much, much more.  The night had been a roller coaster of emotions for her and also for Nicci and Mari, but if this worked out, every bit of energy they put in would be worth it.<br/><br/>When Marisol reacted to Marcus, Mila's smile disappeared, her lips parting from arousal.  Here she recognized a kindred spirit, and she couldn't help but wonder about Mari's training. As the other woman captured Marcus' lips with her own, Mila's mind flooded with memories of incredible sex; if nothing else, Blake had been an adept master.<br/><br/>She tore her eyes from Mari and Marcus, allowing her gaze to flicker over Bo and then to Nicci, her lips curving into a hint of a smile. She when Mari moved back, Mila clutched her trembling hand and squeezed it, kissing her on the cheek. She saw that Mari's other hand was joined with Nicci's, and her smile widened. This was as it should be.  A sisterhood.