Heda sighed.

"I hate public stuff. Why couldn't he do this when everyone had left?"

"Then it wouldn't be a ‘public ceremony,’ now would it?" Madison reluctantly rolled out of bed.

"I had pants when I came in here."

"But you look so good without them," Heda replied earnestly, watching her girlfriend's long legs and cute little ass moved across the room.

Not that she minded Madison's new wardrobe, courtesy of her sister Morgan. Gone were the body stockings and plain dresses. Madison was currently rolling on some tight hip-hugger jeans and a "Meatloaf -

Bat Out of Hell" original concert shirt, which had been scored on Ebay with some help from Mr. Hannity's credit card.

"You really should be getting dressed," Madison said.

“Are you? Heda?"

She turned around and did a quick scan, only to find that Heda was still very naked and only standing a few feet away.

"You're going to kiss me, aren't you?"

Heda grinned.

“And grope you. And make you think twice about making be go to this stupid thing."

"It's not stupid, and you -," Madison was cut off with a kiss, "-- did promise and it's not like we (kiss) won't have plenty of time later for more (kiss) (kiss) (ass grab) DAMN you're hot!" Madison shook her head.

"You promised your mother."

Heda sighed and reluctantly put Madison down. Just had to throw cold water on me, didn't you?"

"Hey, this is me, remember? Think that I want to go listen to Reichert again?"

"You're looking forward to the after-party, aren't you?" Heda Laughed when Madison blushed. Just four months earlier, she would not have been able to get invited to a party to save her life. She had been the quintessential social pariah. Now, she was DJ'ing the biggest of the shifter shindigs, and all the tickets were already sold.

Madison looked like a cat who had gotten into the cream. She had never really dreamt that she would be a member of the in-crowd. Now, thanks to Heda and her family ties, Madison was practically the president of the cool kids. A lot of it was brainless sucking up, but it was better than the alternative.

“Okay, maybe a little. Billy says that the setup they've got is totally bitching!"

Heda grinned and grabbed a clean pair of jeans and a tee-shirt that read "Straight Outta 100 Acre Wood," with a picture of Winnie the Pooh in his gangster outfit on the front. She had even gotten the shirt so that the lettering and image were embroidered so that Madison could appreciate the Pooh.

"You're scanning my ass, aren't you?" she asked after bending over to grab her Birkenstocks.

"Hmm?" Madison mumbled, not paying any attention to Heda's question while studying her ass in great detail.

"Never mind."