A/N – Yeah, this story's still complete, but this scene came to my head today, so I added it to Chapter 29 on April 4th. I'm putting it here for people who read Chapter 29 before the update. :) It takes place during the period where Paige is staying in Emily's apartment.

Thanks for reading! 3

The day was too hot.

It was one of the hottest days on record, especially in Emily's apartment. The space was small and stuffy, and it attracted all of the heat from The Brew's kitchen.

Paige wasn't used to seeing Emily at home in unguarded moments. She was trying her best to keep her eyes on her laptop and her focus on her apartment hunt, but her head kept swiveling towards the other side of the room, where Emily was lounging with one leg resting on the arm of the reclining chair. She had nothing on but a skimpy white tank top that almost covered her stomach and a pair of black boxers. Whenever the fan oscillated in Emily's direction, it fluttered up her tank top, exposing more of her glistening, tanned skin.

All of a sudden, Emily jumped up from the chair with a large grunt. "Ahh! I can't take this heat anymore!" She ran into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator door, and leaned over into the cold air, fanning it on herself. A few minutes (and a few contented moans) later, she turned and headed back to the living room, surprised to find Paige's eyes on her.

"What's wrong?" she asked with an embarrassed smile. Paige shrugged her shoulders and muttered something in reply. "What?" Emily screeched defensively. "It's hot in here!" She lifted the bottom edge of her top and fanned her stomach with it, and, when Paige kept staring, lifted it up and flashed her chest, sticking out her tongue.

It was too much. The day was too hot.

Paige let her laptop fall to the floor as she fell on top of Emily, knocking her onto the couch. Her hands glided under Emily's top, and she started kissing her forcefully. Emily seemed to be into it, but she suddenly pulled her lips away.

"McCullers!" she yelled sharply. Immediately, Paige backed off, putting her hands in the air, looking slightly frightened that she had let herself lose control.

This was the risk of living together. Paige had worried that this day would come, if she couldn't find a place of her own soon enough. Inevitably, their libidos would outweigh their self-control, and boundaries would be smashed.

"Get down!" Emily continued, waving her hand at the side of the couch to shoo the dog away. McCullers retreated, curling up on the carpet. Emily pulled Paige back on top of her, pleading, "Don't stop!" before maneuvering Paige's hands back under her top.

The dog. Emily had been yelling at the damned dog.

McCullers, still not used to seeing Paige and Emily together, assumed that they were play-wrestling and wanted in on the fun.

Paige laughed a little when she figured out what had happened. Emily pulled away again.

"What's so funny?"

Paige shook her head. "Nothing... nothing." She let out another laugh. "You've got to start calling her Mac."