Hey guys, I know I don't usually do pre-text Authors notes, but this is just a cover my ass note.

There are mentions of BDSM and various items associated with BDSM. There's also a lesbian make out session.

Not offended yet? Good, now on to the show.

Why are the most enjoyable things in life also the most difficult?

Amata had never been the nervous type, quick to anger yes, but not nervous. It just wasn't in her nature. She'd been blessed with a combination of athletic skill, natural beauty, and a self-assured charisma. This combination made her the queen of any room she walked into. If you asked any of her former fellow classmates, they would say that she was unflappable. Nothing could put a dent in her impeccable confidence. Well… almost nothing.

There was one thing in the world that mad her weak in the knees, one thing that made her heart hammer through her chest. One thing that could make her second guess herself. It was the one thing that she cared about most in the world. And because of that, it was the only thing that she was worried about losing. And because of that, situations like these drove her up the wall.

"Calm down you idiot," she told herself. She breathed through her nose and counted to four, held it to the count of four, breathed out to the count of four, and held her breath again to the count of four. It was a breathing technique that Doctor Casey had taught her. She went over what everything that she would need tonight.

Chocolate, check, wine, check, fake flowers, check. That took care of everything for the first part of the evening. She then checked to make sure that everything was ready for the second part of the evening. That was the part that she was incredibly worried about. It wasn't every day that they planned on losing their virginities. So she wanted everything to go perfectly.

The whole 'losing virginity' thing wasn't a problem, both of them knew who they would be spending the rest of their lives with, or at least Amata did. She'd been in love with McKenna since before she knew what love was, if there was anyone that she was willing to give anything to, it was Kenna. There were no problems to be had when it came to the principle of the thing. No, what Amata was so incredibly worried about was the mechanical aspect of the affair.

That was the thing about losing your virginity at eighteen, no matter what you do, you are not ready. Though when she thought about it, you're probably never ready, it just sort of happens. They probably should have just let it happen one night, instead of trying to plan it, she thought. But, this was a genie that was definitely not going back in the bottle, so that only left one option.

Tonight had to go perfectly.

It wasn't like she didn't have the basic idea down, she'd masturbated before and she'd seen pornography. Not to mention the fact that as the two females out of the four members of the clinic staff, that had automatically made them the primary gynecologists for the vault. It had been one of the first specializations Doctor Casey had taught them. She got the sense that he was quite happy to have someone to pass the job on to.

To complicate matters even more, in the discussion they'd had on this issue, possibly one of the most incredibly awkward discussions she'd had in her life, they'd enlightened each other of the fact that their sexual preferences were not exactly the most vanilla. Amata had learned her sexual tendencies one evening when she'd found a certain tape that showed two women, one dressed in tight leather lingerie, the other completely naked except for her bonds. The one dressed in leather was taking a kind of paddle to the backside of the naked one. That had stirred certain feelings in her, and the image of the woman in the lingerie stuck in her mind.

On McKenna's part, it turned out that she had a similar experience. Though for her, it had been the woman taking the strikes. McKenna's brain working like it did, she dug through every text in the library even mentioning the sort of activity she'd seen on the tape. After some careful, and very private, experiments with self-bondage, she'd realized that she rather enjoyed it. She had kept that to herself right up to the point when they were discussing sex with each other.

Amata couldn't shake the incredulity of it all. The odds of it, Amata was good with math. Mister Brotch said she was prodigious in the subject, so she knew that the odds of both of them having complimentary sexual fetishes were astronomical.

Complimentary…

You know, she thought, her mind going back to a question she asked herself in their little hide away years ago. Maybe that's the reason we work so well together. They were polar opposites, night and day. When you looked at it that way, it seemed like all the odds were stacked against them working out. But maybe it was the opposite, their attributes weren't opposed to one another. They complimented each other, just like night complimented the day.

She liked the sound of that. Breaking away from her musings, she went back to checking what they would need for tonight. Three sets of handcuffs, purloined from vault security. A couple of metal clamps. Looped leather straps, modified from belts and connected by cords. In the middle of the cord connecting the two straps was a third, longer, cord that ended in a carabiner that would hook into an I hook installed above their bed. A little over two hundred silk handkerchiefs, woven into six separate ropes. And a few leather restraints stripped off of an old clinic bed, with the doctor's permission of course.

That handled the bondage. Other items included a heavily modified defribilator, to be used for aspect of BDSM, the name of their shared fetish, that McKenna had expressed interest in. A piece of plastic molded into the image of a male extremity and a harness in which it could be placed in order for Amata to be able to wear it and use it in a similar manner to how a male would use such an extremity. A piece of silicone molded into the shape of a paddle with a layer of leather stretched over it. Two similar paddles, one with the word LOVE imprinted on it, the other with a series of heart imprints. And three handheld back massagers of different sizes and shapes that were modified to produce stronger vibrations.

She had to admit, she owed Paul for this, a lot. She had gone to him because he was good at making things, especially making things out of other things, and because he was her second closest friend next to McKenna. It had been the second most awkward conversation of her life. She had gone to him with a long list of things that she thought they could use, she hadn't expected him to be able to do much with it, much less to find a way to get her everything on the list. If he couldn't make it, he destroyed something else and used its components to make it. A lot of the silicon and plastic stuff he had to create molds for, melt down things made out of silicon and plastic, pour them into the molds, then let them cool and solidify. The leather stuff had all been modified from belts and straps and things. The metal had been like the plastic and silicone, scrap melted down and reforged.

The most important request he'd fulfilled was also the simplest. A simple silver chain looped into a small circle of black satin, a small silver heart hung from the chain. She wasn't sure about it, but in the books McKenna had showed her, and even in the tape, it had been a very important part of the whole… thing. She couldn't think of a good way to describe the situation. She had everything they could possibly need. This would be a night of extreme experimentation. This would be a memorable night, either as one of the greatest in their lives or one of the most awkward in their lives, but it would certainly be memorable.

She had gone over it a dozen times in her head. Run the scenarios, first fantasizing about how well it could go, then dreading over how badly it could go wrong. She had read up and prepared for it as best she could. She'd read the Kama Sutra a dozen times in preparation. Though it was clearly written with a more heterosexual mindset, she found a lot of things that should be translatable.

So all that was left was waiting for McKenna to finish her shift in the clinic and come back to the apartment they now shared. That had irked Amata's father to no end, but in the end, he'd signed off on it. Once they said that they wanted it, Doctor Casey had been very insistent that her father say yes to the idea. She had no idea what it was, but she knew that Doctor Casey had to have some leverage with her father. And it had to be something big, because her father was not a man who bowed down easily.

The door to their bedroom opened, jarring Amata out of her thoughts. McKenna appeared in the doorway, her hair was tousled, her lab coat was halfway off, some foul liquid had stained her clothing.

She was the most beautiful thing Amata had ever seen.

In that second, it all went away. All the plans, all the worry, all of it, just went away. And in the next, she was on her. She pressed McKenna up against the wall, then leaned down and took hold of her girlfriend's lower lip with two fingers, ran her tongue over it, and pressed her lips hard against McKenna's. It was only another second before the lab slid off of McKenna's arms and she was returning the kiss fully. She put her right foot on top of Amata's left and brought her left foot up to Amata's thigh, moving upward so that Amata no longer had to lean down to kiss the shorter woman.

They pulled away for a moment, met each other's eyes. It was astounding how quickly two people could go from fully dressed to completely naked when properly motivated.

"Kneel," Amata said, remembering this part from the tape.

McKenna slid into the part with surprising ease, dropping to her knees with a small grin. "Yes mistress," she said quoting the tape. Despite the cliché, the words sent a chill down her spine.

She slipped the collar around McKenna's neck. And then she took back her previous thought, McKenna after work wasn't the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. Seeing McKenna there, on her knees, wearing nothing but her collar. That was the most beautiful thing that she'd ever seen.

She cupped McKenna's chin in her hand.

"Happy Valentine's Day McKenna."

The next words out of McKenna's mouth nearly made her faint.

"Happy Valentine's Day my love."

Happy Valentine's Day people.

I figured that this is a serendipitous moment to get the loss of the virginity out of the way.

I wrote this up pretty quick, just in time for V day. I decided to do it while I was working on the next chapter for Dominance, my GTA fic. I'm trying something new with the next chapter.

BTW, if any of you guys haven't checked out my Fallout 4 story Shadows in the Tunnel, check it out and tell me what you think. I'm really debating whether to continue it or not.

Yeah, I know, shameless self-advertising, but meh, I like hearing opinions on my work, so… meh.

I decided not to go with an outright sex scene here, as it would serve no purpose