“What makes you say that?"

"I can actually see you planning how you're going to investigate everything. It's as plain as the nose on your face."

Heda sat down next to Madison.

"I can't. I think now I know why Mom kept running off to fight the war or doing whatever the Council asked of her. I just can't stand the idea of that guy running around free after everything he's done."

"You'll get in trouble."

“Like that'll be anything new."

"But this time, you won't be able to out-argue your mother to get out of it."

Heda looked her girlfriend over.

“You're seriously trying to talk me out of it?"

Madison kissed Heda on the shoulder.

“I've gotta try. If you get hurt, you think I won't feel bad about it? That I won't think that I should've tried harder? Mind you, I know it won't work. If I'd only known you for a few minutes, I'd know I couldn't really change your mind."

"I listen, really I do."

“But you're stubborn as --"

“Don't you dare say --"

"—— your mother," Madison finished. Heda promptly jumped on her girlfriend and started to tickle her.

"Stop! Someone will hear!" she gasped.

Heda did stop, then lay down on top of Madison.

“Shut me up.”

Madison's mouth opened, then shut, then opened, then shut. Finally, "I promised . . . Dad . . . the clothes would stay on."

“Well, you can do a whole lot with your clothes still on," Heda whispered nibbling on Madison's ear.

“But if you'd rather I leave —-

“If you leave me high and dry right now, I will hurt you," Madison gasped, pushing her body against Heda's.

Heda worked her hips until Madison spread her legs, then settled in between them for some serious petting. Madison realized that for being dressing, there was a lot of skin touching skin. Madison had on her underwear and an oversized sleeping shirt, while Heda only had a tight pair of shorts and a sports bra. Heda took Madison's hands and put them on her ass.

“I love your butt," Madison murmured, digging her fingers in while hooking Heda's knees with her ankles.