Who cares, we're married.

I opened my lips allowing my wife's tongue to slip into my mouth. Her motion was ardent, hand delving into the rear pocket of my pants and clenching tightly.

"Still mine..." She purred after a breath. The elevator had begun to descend slowly and the soft shadows of the occasional metal bar began to play over both of us. She grinned again, before kissing me again, her entire body familiar and pleasurable.

"So... " She began after a particularly hard suck on my tongue. "Let's start with the hard ones..."

I swallowed, looking into her gorgeous blue eyes. Damn I loved her, and kissed her gently on the lips before nodding.

"Ok... so... do you love her?" Kaila asked quietly.

"Yeah. I think you already know that." I replied just as softly.

"Tell me. Say her name and tell me." Kaila looked back at me carefully.

"Helen. I am in love with Helen," I answered her evenly.

"And you know I'm in love with Charlotte." Kaila answered back. "So... believe it or not, that wasn't the hardest one."

I boggled at her as the elevator rumbled to a halt and she pushed herself back from me. Her fingers interlaced mine as the door rumbled open to reveal a crowded vestibule that was extremely resistant to part in their shuffle to get into the elevator. I was glad to feel Kaila's fingers on mine as we braved the small human squall and moved onto the sidewalk.

"Couple blocks to the wharf," I noted the random tourist places as well as the fucking Starbucks. Not there. Anywhere but THERE.

"There's a nice little chocolate and coffee place right by there, if I remember right," Kaila mused.

"And if they didn't knock it down for a Disney store." I shrugged.

"This one I'm sure on," Kaila held up her smartphone with a small map application open on it. "Besides, that's where we're going to lunch."

"Gotcha." I smiled, "You always have a plan, don't you?"

"Have to. Otherwise the Creepy Twin powers don't work." She grinned at me mischievously.

"Creepy... Oh no, you didn't AGAIN..." I glared at her. "Let me see your hands."

"I'll do you one better," Kaila grinned at me. "After all, she can always take off or put on a ring."

She released my hand, her hand slipped to the hem of her shirt and she pulled it upwards. Her free hand immediately dropped to her pants, and she gently pulled down the waist, just a little, revealing the soft line of her scar.

"Convinced?" She grinned, grabbing my hand and continuing to walk as she quickly readjusted the clothing.

"Ok, but... it would be like you two..." I pointed out.

"That's the part that's gonna be really hard, Brent. But I don't want to have this conversation twice. And neither does Carla."