Hey you guys! Sorry about not writing for ages! Here's just a tid bit…I need to work on it since I don't want to get anything historically wrong :S Keep reading and reviewing!

Therese's work had become progressively intensive as her responsibilities grew with every published issue. Carol saw that Therese would return after dinnertime, always exhausted when she came home. She knew that Therese was stressed, because she was eating less and less of the food she would prepare for supper every night. Often she would find Therese sat down on the couch after coming through the door, asleep fully clothed with her briefcase still latched in her fingers. Carol would have to gently tap her back into consciousness to guide her to the bedroom. Carol would help find the pyjama set she always wore, pine green with white polka dots, while Therese absent mindedly took off her work clothes. Then, she would slump into her side of the bed, Carol watching over Therese's delicate breathing, until she herself was ready to plant herself besides the slumbering angel. Once in a while, if she felt particularly coy, Carol would wear Therese's pyjamas instead of her normal bathrobe, feeling a newfound playful giddiness that she never felt otherwise. At this, Therese would instinctively wear Carol's bathrobe, and they would silently acknowledge just how staunchly different their styles were.

"Remember that thing I wanted to tell you?" Therese said it as if drunk, her eyes half closed, body lying limply on the bed. Therese stared lazily at the speckled white ceiling that slightly resembled flecks of frozen paint. Carol was taking off her make-up in front of the bathroom mirror. Therese took note that she preferred Carol without make-up, for the vividness of her true features were a private privilege that few knew. Carol was softer, less intimidating. Despite not being able to remember a time where she did not have her in her life, Therese was sometimes caught off-guard that such an impressive and impressionable woman was her lover.

"Oh?" Carol almost had forgotten.

"Was it something important?"

"Just, I love you." Like the first time she said it, Therese felt each letter leave her lips- precious caresses that soared through the air into Carol's ears.