(http://i1324.photobucket.com/albums/u608/Voikala/Pretty%20Things/tumblr_lyjmh72biW1qk6vbwo1_500_zpsc6edba87.jpg)<br/><br/>Rebecca was conflicted, and she really couldn't blame herself, for once. It really was great to see leanna so eager and happy, it was just a bit of a kick in the teeth that she wasn't the source of such feelings. Oh, certainly Leanna never left her feeling neglected or unloved, in fact she'd been quite obliging all through the day as stress made Rebecca demanding. The simple fact of the matter was that she was possessive, and more than a little nervous. The two of them had gone to college together, they'd been lovers, dearest friends, Amanda had even been her wife's maid of honour at their quiet little wedding. The list went on, as that nagging inner voice prodded at the young woman. Amanda was gorgeous, she had a real college education, she was Leanna's age, she definitely had much more experience than Rebecca when it came to being with women, or with anyone at all for that matter.<br/><br/>A part of her had been tempted to see if she couldn't go to the shop and do the books or convince Derek or Karen to put up with her for a few hours of moping around, but that idea had been savagely kicked to death as soon as she'd realised that would mean leaving her wife alone with Amanda. Not a flying fucking hope.<br/><br/>The Dungeon, as they called the basement, was a rather nice, cozy den, with an overstuffed couch draped with blankets and throws, a big armchair that comfortably accomodated the pair of them, the large plasma television, a little fridge-freezer combo, plenty of hooks and bolts mounted on the walls to accomodate cuffs, leashes, chains and ropes, a wooden trunk filled with assorted toys, a good many of them colourful, plastic and battery powered but not remotely what might be seen in Santa's sack, the little cabinet that had quite a number of interesting outfits on hooks and gags, flogs, crops, canes, and bindings on hangers. Looking around, Rebecca took a conscious inventory for the first time in the nearly two years they'd been in the house, feeling just a little ashamed at all the depravity she was busy concealing. At least until the memories came flooding back and she was grinning wickedly. Amanda might be making her feel out of place in her own home, but she knew damn well that Leanna wasn't going to be stolen from her too easily.<br/><br/>She stuffed things into the trunk and the cabinet, working hurriedly to make sure nothing went astray, remembering at the last moment to go through the DVD collection and pick out the sort that featured sapphic situations involving nuns and schoolgirls, throwing them in on top of the collection in the trunk, idly musing that her father would have a heart attack if he ever saw his little girl's toy collection. All done, she bounded up the stairs, eager to make sure that the first thing Amanda saw was the two of them, together.<br/><br/>Conflict reigned, once more, when she saw Leanna, and even after their two and near a half years together, it still struck her how painfully beautiful the woman was. Her heart sang, even though she knew that Leanna wasn't dolled up for her, but for<em>her</em>. Even if she hated being jealous, she couldn't quite help it. Leanna's heels put them both at the same height, though Rebecca was in her bare feet. She had no intentions of getting dressed up, having opted to wear what she'd been wearing all day, close fitting brown tank top that revealed a few inches of creamy midriff and the tattoo and navel piercing that adorned her flesh, and a khaki coloured skirt that came down just far enough to cover the tattoo where it lay on her right thigh. Strolling over towards Leanna, she wrapped her arms around the woman like she owned her, which she did, after all. "Give 's a kiss."