Lynette trailed her fingers over the smooth skin and taut muscles of Bree's stomach as they lay entwined together on Bree's bed.

"I like this," Lynette whispered suddenly.

Bree tilted her head slightly to look into Lynette's eyes. "Hm…? What?" she asked.

"Being here," Lynette said simply. "With you, like this."

Smiling, Bree tightened her arms around the blonde, pulling her closer. "So do I," she whispered before pressing her lips to Lynette's.

Lynette hummed into the kiss, but pulled away, regret in her eyes. "I've gotta get home," she said.

"The kids?"

"Yeah. The boys will be home from school soon; I should be there."

Bree gave a half smile. "Nanny doesn't take the place of Mommy."

"No… she doesn't."

Rolling away from Lynette, Bree got out of the bed and wrapped a robe around her – the deep green silk one that Lynette had given to her a month before. She then sat on the edge of the bed where Lynette still lay, watching her. With a tender smile, Bree reached out and brushed a lock of hair out of Lynette's eyes. "You should get dressed," she whispered.

"I know," Lynette whispered back, but made no move to get up.

They stared into each other's eyes for a long moment before Bree leaned down and kissed Lynette again.

Lynette propped herself up on one elbow, her other hand reaching up to wrap in Bree's hair.

Before Bree knew it, her robe was open as Lynette reacquainted herself with the sensitive skin underneath.

"Mm…" Bree moaned. "… Lynette…?"

"… Yes…?"

Bree gasped as Lynette's lips brushed against a nipple. "Um… I thought… god! … I thought you had to go home?"

Lynette pulled away long enough to check Bree's bedside clock. "I have half an hour," she said, before lowering her head again.

As Bree slowly stopped trembling, and her breathing and heart rate slowed to normal, she shivered at the sensation of sweat drying on her skin.

"I really do have to go this time," Lynette said softly, watching Bree.

"I know," Bree replied with a lazy, sated smile.

Lynette smiled back and stood, gathering her clothes and dressing. Bree again wrapped herself in her robe, now slightly wrinkled from being on the floor.

She followed Lynette to the front door, but stopped her before she left. "Lynette?"

The blonde turned and looked at her lover. "Yes?" she asked, surprised to see fear in Bree's eyes for the first time.

"What are we doing?" Bree whispered.

Lynette frowned. "What do you mean?"

Bree took a deep breath. "This isn't like that I had with Mary Alice. This is more. I… I love you, Lynette. Like I loved Rex, years ago. I'm happy with you."

Lynette's mouth worked silently for a few moments before she found her voice. "Bree… I don't know what to say. I mean, we both knew from the beginning that this was just a continuation of what we both had with Mary Alice."

"Can you honestly say that you don't love me like I love you?"

A pause, then a quiet, "No."

Bree stepped forward, one hand going to Lynette's cheek. "This is getting deeper, Lynette, what's between us."

Lynette sighed. "A little too deep," she whispered. Glancing out the window, she said, "I have to go. The boys will be home in less than five minutes." With that, Lynette left, leaving Bree in her front room, more conflicted than she ever had been.

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