Cassandra gasped as Blaze’s lips claimed hers.  Everything her mother and her church had ever taught her said too push the larger girl away, slap her, and flee the room.<br/>Perhaps—she would later reminisce—it was the ridiculous thought of her slapping anyone, much less another fighting woman, that banished that conditioning from her mind even more than the unfamiliar delight of Blaze’s lips.<br/>The  blond straighten up against the redhead.  Strong arms came up beneath hers, one going over her shoulder, the other tangling in her hair, as pink lips moved into the other girls with curiosity, strength, and tentative passion.<br/>