A/N: Here it is, another cute and sexy chapter. Apologies for the long delay on this one!

Rachel awoke to the sound of the front door closing. Looking up, she saw Elsa standing over her, smiling.

"There's my two favourite ladies," she cooed. Rachel stretched luxuriously; she was lying almost on top of Anna, who was sprawled on her back, fast asleep, a line of drool running down her chin. Rachel's head was resting on Anna's breasts, though she was still too groggy from sleep to notice.

"Comfortable there, eh, snowflake," Elsa asked, reaching down to wipe the drool from Anna's face.

"Huh? Oh!" She jolted from her resting place, blushing furiously. "S-sorry!"

"It's okay, Rachel, relax," Elsa laughed, shaking Anna's shoulder.

"Huh," Anna slurred. "Wazzup?"

"Rachel was groping you with her face," Elsa explained delicately.

"I was not!" Rachel whined

"You dirty girl!" Anna shoved Rachel lightly on the shoulder.

"I promise, I wasn't-"

"It's fine, sweetie, we're just teasing!" Anna gave her breasts a squeeze. "They are quite comfortable, aren't they?"

"That they are," Elsa remarked.

Rachel turned to Elsa, a slightly alarmed look on her face. "What do you know about her boobs?"

"Eh, we're sisters," Elsa replied. "See?" She reached down and squeezed Anna's left breast gently, causing the redheaded sibling to giggle.

Rachel cocked an eyebrow.

"Oh, I am sorry, snowflake. It is honestly just a bit of fun, it's what we've always done! But I will stop, if you like."

Rachel frowned for a moment. "No, it's okay. It's just a little weird to see, I guess!"

Elsa smiled and sat, leaning in for a kiss. Their lips touched, and soon they were kissing passionately, both of them leaning back into Anna. Their tongues swirled together in a heated display of love, and Elsa's hand snaked up to run across Rachel's breasts.

"Er...guys..." Anna's strained voice came from behind Rachel. "You're squashing me!"

"God, sorry!" Elsa leaped from the sofa, and Rachel sat up, already feeling the loss of Elsa's soft lips. Anna rose, clutching her sides.

"I think I'll be off now, though! I have got some things to do, unfortunately"

"Awh, okay then!" Elsa embraced her sister, giving her a quick peck on the lips. Smiling, Anna then bent down and hugged Rachel, planting a kiss on her cheek. "See you soon, sweetheart."

"Bye for now," Rachel replied. Anna smiled and left the apartment, leaving Elsa and Rachel alone.

Elsa took Anna's former position on the sofa, and allowed Rachel to snuggle into her. "How did it go with my mom?" she asked.

"I got all the...arrangements sorted out."

Rachel's expression suddenly turned sad, and Elsa knew she probably shouldn't have mentioned it. "Oh, snowflake, I'm very sorry. I shouldn't have brought that up."

Rachel held back a sob. "N-no, it's okay. I-I asked f-first, it's j-just...oh, Elsa!" She broke down and buried her head in Elsa's neck, weeping uncontrollably, her body shaking.

"Oh, Rachel, hush now," Elsa cooed, drawing her into a tight hug. She kissed her on the head lightly, while Rachel's tears streamed down her collarbone.

"I...I don't k-know what t-to do, E-Elsa! I f-feel so alone without her!"

"Oh, Rachel, my dearest snowflake, I can't even begin to fathom what you're going through right now, but I promise I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

"T-thank you, Els..." Rachel whispered, gently kissing her.

"Hey, you know what?" Elsa suddenly got up, sliding herself out from underneath Rachel with surprising ease.

"W-what?"

"Just wait and see!" Elsa scurried off towards Rachel's bedroom, hunting for a set of particular items. Fortunately, her pipe and accompanying bag were not hidden, and she returned to the living room, waving the pipe triumphantly.

"What is that?" Rachel eyed the bag suspiciously. "Is that pot?"

"Yes it is!"

"You want me to try it?" Rachel's expression was incredulous.

"You're the one who got me to try it in the first place! I just thought it might help!"

Rachel shook her head. "I don't know, Elsie. I can't imagine me ever doing this..."

"Hey." Elsa sat and gently kissed Rachel on the lips. "We don't have to do this if you don't want. But trust me, you will be absolutely fine. I was scared when I first did it, in fact, I've only done it twice! But it's fun, and it'll help us take our minds off things."

Rachel nodded. "Okay. But only a little bit."

Elsa smiled and half-filled the bowl, somewhat awkwardly, cursing as she dropped some. She brought the pipe to her lips and lit it, drawing in deeply. A large cough immediately followed, and her eyes watered.

Rachel looked particularly scared now. "That was a nasty cough."

"It's okay, snowflake, it's just because I'm not used to it. You are, even though you don't remember. Here," she handed the pipe to Rachel, who brought it to her lips and inhaled, Elsa holding the flame close.

She drew in, fully, and after a few seconds exhaled.

"Hmm," she remarked. "No coughing."

"Told ya, didn't I?"

"Maybe one more," Rachel laughed. She drew again, this time coughing a little. Setting the pipe down, she relaxed back into Elsa.

"Mmm, that feels nice."

"You're feeling it already?" Elsa asked.

"Yep!"

"It usually takes a little while for me!" Elsa began running her hands over Rachel's stomach. "It's getting there, though!"

"I'm glad you talked me into this," Rachel said dreamily, tilting her head back for a tender kiss.

Elsa slid her hands over Rachel's large breasts, squeezing gently. "Pretty great, isn't it?"

Rachel giggled. "Just what do you think you're doing with your hands, eh?"

"What do you think?" Elsa slid her hand under Rachel's shirt, capturing the exquisite mound of flesh.

"I think you're getting a little handsy!"

Elsa kissed Rachel once again. "Would you like me to stop?" she whispered seductively in her ear.

"God, no..."

Smiling at Rachel's words, Elsa gently lifted her shirt up to reveal her voluptuous breasts. Her hands immediately returned, squeezing hard.

"Mmm, Elsa!"

"C'mon, Rach, let's get naked!"

"Really, right now? Both of us?"

"Sure, we used to do this all the time! In fact, we were naked more often than not! Let's rekindle some old traditions! And I still remember what you said earlier, we don't have to have sex if you're not ready."

Rachel nodded. "Okay, let's do it!"

Giggling, Elsa helped Rachel free herself from her trousers, before standing and disrobing herself. Finally, they were both naked, and Elsa wasted no time in snuggling up close to Rachel and kissing her deeply. She caught her breasts in her hands again, and Rachel returned the gesture. The two girls sat there for several minutes, kissing tenderly and running their hands over each other's bodies.

Rachel was the first to break the kiss, and she gazed into Elsa's eyes, unblinking.

Elsa giggled. "What?"

"I am...so high right now!"

Elsa said nothing, only stared back at Rachel, and then burst out laughing.

"What? What's so funny?"

Elsa couldn't reply, she was howling with laughter, clutching at her sides. Rachel looked momentarily irritated, but soon Elsa's laughter provoked her own, and soon they were both screaming on the couch.

"Oh...my...god...Elsa! I can't breathe!"

Elsa gasped, clutching at Rachel. "Me neither!"

"Ow, fuck, get off my shoulder!"

Elsa burst into a renewed fit of giggles, falling off the couch and rolling on the floor, gasping for breath.

"Let's make cookies!" Rachel shouted, all of a sudden.

"Oh...my...god...YES!" Elsa leapt from the floor, her breasts bouncing, and ran into the kitchen.

"Hey!" Rachel called.

Elsa poked her head out of the door.

"Little help here," Rachel said, gesturing at her leg.

"Shit! Sorry!" Elsa giggled as she ran over to assist her fiancée. Rachel's eyes gravitated to her bouncing breasts as she ran. She wrapped an arm around Elsa's neck and was pulled into a standing position. Awkwardly, they shuffled over to where the hospital-issued wheelchair sat, and Elsa clumsily deposited Rachel in it.

"Ooof!"

"Sorry, snowflake!" Elsa doubled over, giggling.

"What is so funny?"

"You're so ungraceful!"

Rachel pouted. "Excuse me, I'd like to see you get into a wheelchair with only one – hey!" Without warning, Elsa grabbed the handles and heaved, sending Rachel into a spin.

"What the damn hell? Stop it!"

Elsa was in peals of laughter, and spun her again. Rachel twirled around on the spot, desperately clinging to the sides.

"Fucking hell!" Rachel was laughing now, too, and Elsa was now on the floor, clutching her bare stomach.

"Nice v-view, Els," Rachel gasped.

"Huh?" Elsa raised her head, and realised what Rachel was referring to. She was lying on her back, with her knees raised and legs apart, and Rachel could see right between them.

"Oopsies!" Giggling, Elsa spread her legs even further, and ran a hand down to where they met, running a finger over her clit, moaning lightly. As she realised just what she was doing, she scrambled to her feet, blushing. "Sorry, Rach!"

"It's okay, seriously! That was damn hot!"

Elsa blushed harder, and busied herself in the cupboards. "Where is the goddamned cookie mix?" Finally, she found it, and set about preparing the dough, while Rachel sat back and admired Elsa's pert behind.

"Starin' at my ass there, eh, Rachel?" Elsa smirked to herself, and added more flour to the mix.

Rachel giggled "Yes. Yes, I am. Got a problem with that?"

Elsa hurled a handful of flour directly at Rachel's chest. She squeaked in surprise; the flour having almost completely coated her breasts. As Elsa placed the cookies in the oven, she gathered up what she could, and landed a hard smack on Elsa's ass.

Elsa jumped, twisting around to inspect the handprint left behind. Smirking, she sat in Rachel's lap, leaning in for a kiss. Their lips met, and Elsa's hands traveled up to Rachel's large breasts, sliding over the flour coating. Parting their lips, she lovingly ridded her breasts of the flour, before moving her head down to kiss them lovingly.

Rachel's eyes closed, and she let out a soft moan as Elsa's lips enclosed a hard nipple. She suckled gently, swirling her tongue around it. Rachel's own hands grasped Elsa's breasts, and squeezed delightfully.

Elsa kissed Rachel passionately, and moved her hands to the wheels of her chair. Carefully, she maneuvered them backwards towards the bedroom.

"Uh...Elsa?"

"Mmmhm?" Elsa moaned through the kisses.

"I...I don't...I'm not ready, Elsa!"

Elsa broke the kiss, a concerned look on her face. "I know you said that a while ago, but I just thought that w-with what we've been doing-"

"I thought so too. And I want to, believe me. It's just..."

"Just what, snowflake?"

Rachel shook her head. "No, it's nothing."

"It's not nothing, Rachel. It's okay, you can tell me."

"It's silly!"

"Rachel." Elsa kissed her tenderly, their tongues swirling together briefly. "It is not silly."

Rachel gazed into Elsa's eyes for a moment, before breaking down crying. She buried her head in Elsa's breasts, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Oh, Rachel, my sweet snowflake. It's not just the memory loss, is it? There's something more to it, isn't there?"

Rachel nodded her head, tears soaking Elsa's skin. She wrapped her arms around her, clinging to her desperately.

"Tell me."

Rachel squeezed tighter, her sobs causing her whole body to shake. "Don't leave me, Elsa..."

"What," Elsa said, startled. "Rachel Faulkner, why would you ask me such a thing?"

"B-because, h-how can you be p-possibly attracted to m-me? T-to this?"

"Oh, Rachel..." Elsa finally understood. Her mind was reeling. Rachel's misgivings about making love again were not born of her loss of memory, but rather she thought I wasn't attracted to her?

"Oh, my silly, sweet snowflake." Elsa kissed Rachel tenderly once more. "I was never not attracted to you. I'm more attracted to you each day. In fact-" she kissed her on the cheek, "let me show you-" another kiss, this time on the nose, "just how much." She finished her speech with a final kiss to the lips, before dismounting and walking to the bathroom. She returned a few seconds later with a medical bag from the hospital, overflowing with bandages.

"Elsa...what are you doing?"

"I'm going to take care of you, snowflake. And then, I'm going to show you just how much I love you."

She knelt, and began to unwrap the bandages covering Rachel's severed leg. Discarding them, she examined the limb, furrowing her brow. "It's healing nicely, Rach."

Rachel nodded in acknowledgement, fresh tears streaming down her face.

"Oh, snowflake, remember what I said?" Elsa leaned up to kiss her again. "This," gesturing to her leg, "is of no consequence to how I feel about you, snowflake. Understand?"

Rachel nodded, wiping away her tears. "I do."

Elsa began to wrap Rachel's leg carefully in fresh bandage, taking care not to hurt her. She winced a couple of times, but Elsa quelled her discomfort with a tender kiss to the knee. Finally, she was done, and she stood up before Rachel, admiring her body.

"Rachel, my darling," she said, taking her hand. "Are you ready?"

Her fiancée nodded. "I...I think so. Take me to bed, Elsa..."

Smiling, Elsa pushed Rachel to the bedroom, closing the door behind her. With little effort, she transferred Rachel to the bed, laying her gently on her back. Slowly, she lowered herself on top of her, their bodies pressing together exquisitely. They kissed passionately, tongues battling, and Elsa ran her hands over Rachel's soft curves. Moving down her body, she planted little kisses on her collarbones, before continuing onto her voluptuous breasts. She cupped each one in her hands, relishing the smoothness of her skin, and squeezed them gently, eliciting a tiny moan from Rachel. She wrapped her lips around a nipple, biting down gently, and Rachel gasped with pleasure.

"Yes! Ahh, fuck!"

Smiling, Elsa swirled her tongue around the pert nipple, pressing her face into the soft flesh. Her hands squeezed hard, and Rachel pulled her head closer to them.

"God, Elsa..." Rachel moaned. "I could get used to this..."

"I'd quite happily spend all day doing this," Elsa replied seductively. "But I've got one last thing I must do to you..."

"Oh...Els." Rachel was panting already. "Make love to me...please."

Elsa needed no further instruction. She shuffled down the bed, and parted Rachel's legs. Lowering her head, she inhaled her delightful aroma, before tenderly circling her clit with her tongue.

Rachel gasped, and grabbed Elsa's hair. Taking this as a good sign, Elsa brought the little nub into her mouth, attacking it vigorously with her tongue.

"Gah, fuck, Elsa!" Rachel's voice was fast approaching a scream. Slowly, Elsa slid a finger inside her, curling it upwards to hit against the sweet spot inside. Rachel moaned loudly, and her legs squeezed shut around Elsa's head, her body quaking. Her orgasm rolled through her, covering Elsa's hand in her juices, but Elsa did not stop. She scooted back up Rachel's body, keeping her finger inside her, and kissed her deeply, allowing Rachel to taste herself.

"Ahh, Elsa...that was amazing..."

"I'm not done with you yet..." Elsa added a second finger inside her, and began to thrust in and out. Rachel began to moan as Elsa kissed her, and the girl on top moved her other hand to her breast, squeezing it hard.

She was getting close again, Elsa could tell. Her moans grew louder and louder, and just as she was about to come, Elsa pinched her nipple, hard.

Rachel screamed, squeezing Elsa's fingers inside her, and her second orgasm crashed through her. She gushed onto her hand, and Elsa whipped it out, bringing it to her mouth to taste. When her fingers were clean, she moved back down between Rachel's legs, and thrust her tongue inside her.

"Ohhhh, my god!" Rachel immediately came again, and Elsa's mouth was filled with Rachel's delicious taste; after several weeks without making love, Elsa had missed it dearly. She flicked her tongue inside her rapidly, sending aftershocks rippling through Rachel's gorgeous body.

Finally, her panting subsided, and Elsa slid herself back up, kissing Rachel tenderly.

"Mmmph," Rachel said in surprise. "Is...is that what I taste like?"

"Yes it is," Elsa said, smiling. "Good, isn't it?"

Rachel nodded, and kissed her again.

"So," Elsa said. "How was it?"

"How do you think?" Rachel replied, giggling. "It was amazing. I love you, Elsa."

"I love you, too." Elsa snuggled into Rachel, cupping a large breast in her hand, kissing it softly. They lay there for several minutes, Rachel's body quivering occasionally.

"Hey, Els?"

"Mmm?"

"I'm so glad you decided to invite Amanda to our wedding."

Elsa looked at her fiancée, surprised at the sudden mention of their upcoming nuptials, and then frowned. "Rach, honey...how did you know I invited her?"

Rachel furrowed her brow, thinking. "Come to think of it, I don't remember when. But I definitely know you did."

"When I asked her," Elsa said slowly, "you were still in the coma. Granted, you were soon to come out of it, but you were still unconscious."

"Are you saying that I could hear you while I was asleep?" Rachel said incredulously.

"I guess that must be it. Are you okay with her coming?"

"God, yes! I'd love her to come!"

"Good, I'm glad." Elsa smiled, and settled back down onto Rachel's breasts. She tickled her nipple lightly with her finger, almost absent-mindedly.

"Hey, Rach?"

"Mmm?"

"I love you. So much." She stopped playing with the nipple, and instead rested her hand on Rachel's breast, enjoying the comforting warmth.

"I love you too, Elsa. With all my heart, I love you."

Rachel awoke the next morning to a delicious smell wafting through the apartment. She opened her eyes and stretched, her naked body bathed in the morning sunlight, the covers having been thrown off. She ran her hands over her breasts, wishing that Elsa's own were caressing her instead.

As if on cue, a naked Elsa strode through the door, bearing a breakfast tray laden with food.

"Breakfast is served!" Elsa announced with a huge grin, setting the tray down upon the bed. Rachel examined it closely; before her was an enormous plate of sausages and bacon, a smaller plate of chocolate chip pancakes, a little jug of maple syrup, and a tall glass of orange juice. At the top centre of the tray, was a tiny vase bearing a single, perfect white rose.

Rachel hurriedly sat up in the bed, her stomach growling. "Els! You didn't have to make me breakfast!"

Elsa chuckled, getting into bed and snuggling up to her. "I made breakfast for us, as it happens. You think I'm letting you eat all of those sausages? I burned my boobs for you!"

"You what?"

Elsa smiled, cupping her breasts and squeezing them together. "It isn't a good idea to cook sausages and bacon while naked," she explained.

"Awh, Els!" Rachel leaned across and kissed her fiancée's breasts. "Feel better?"

"Much," Elsa giggled, and took a sausage from the plate. Rachel pulled the breakfast tray closer to her, and drenched the pancakes in maple syrup. She dug in, relishing each bite, and she felt a drop of syrup run down her chin and land on her chest. Quick as a flash, Elsa leaned over and licked it off, her hand cupping Rachel's large breast as she did so. Rachel giggled, and began to wolf down her bacon and sausages. She ate in silence, pausing only to take a breath. Finally, she was done, and just before Elsa whisked the tray away, she picked up the white rose.

"This is beautiful, Elsa, truly."

"Not as beautiful as you, snowflake." Elsa leaned in and kissed her deeply, her hands finding their usual resting place on her breasts. Rachel was about to succumb to Elsa's advances, when she broke the kiss.

"No. I have a favour to return..."

Elsa smirked, and rolled onto her back, her legs apart. With slight effort, Rachel rolled on top of her, and began to kiss and fondle her pert breasts, pinching and biting the nipples. Elsa moaned, and pushed Rachel further down her body, who wasted no time in sliding a finger inside her fiancée, causing her to gasp in pleasure. Her mouth latched onto her clit, and she swirled her tongue around it. Elsa began to pant, her stomach rippling, breasts bouncing, and soon her orgasm crashed through her, coating Rachel's hand and face in her juices. Rachel yelped in surprise, and then smiled as she licked her fingers clean.

"Fuck...snowflake, that was..."

"I'm not done yet," Rachel growled, and slid her tongue inside Elsa. She tasted delightful, like nectar, or perhaps apples. Her tongue writhed around inside her, and her finger rubbed her clit ferociously. Elsa was moaning louder this time, gasping her name periodically. Her voice rose in a crescendo, and soon Rachel's mouth was filled with Elsa's pleasure.

Rachel pulled back, and slid up Elsa's body to capture her in a loving kiss, sharing her taste between them. Giggling softly, Rachel broke the kiss and lay her head on Elsa's chest.

"That was wonderful, my love. Truly wonderful."

"I'm glad, sweetheart. And guess what?"

"What?"

"I just remembered something else. I can remember the first time we ever made love."

"You can? Really?"

Rachel nodded. "Yep. That's the one good thing about the amnesia. I just made love to you again, for the very first time."

Elsa said nothing, only brought Rachel into another passionate kiss. "I love you so much, snowflake. With all my heart, I love you, with all that I am."

"Oh...Elsa..." Rachel's eyes grew moist, and she wiped the tears away gently. "Without you, I am nothing, nothing at all. You are my heart, my soul, my...everything."

The two lovers brought their lips together in a heated kiss, pouring all their love and emotion into each other, before snuggling together in the bed, Rachel's hand resting on Elsa's warm breasts.

"That was wondeful Els," Rachel cooed. "The breakfast too!"

"Mmm, I'm glad," Elsa replied, wrapping her arms around her naked fiancée. "What do you feel like doing today, then?"

"Hmm!" Rachel laid a tender kiss on Elsa's lips. "I'd like to stay in bed all day, cuddling and kissing and making love."

"Sounds wonderful," Elsa replied, a coy expression on her face. "Well, we just kissed, we're already cuddling, so what was next on that list?"

"Making love?"

"Mmm, that's right!" Elsa pulled Rachel into a passionate kiss, squeezing her breasts hard, and just as she was about to enter her, there came a knock at the door.

"Fuck!" Elsa shot out of the bed and dressed herself hurriedly, fumbling with the buttons on her shirt. "Just stay put, snowflake," she said to Rachel, who was struggling to rise from the bed. With a sigh of relief, her fiancée flopped down on the bed.

Elsa rushed to the door and opened it.

"Miranda!"

"Hello, Miss Arendelle," Lawson greeted. "May I enter?"

"Please, come in!"

Miranda smiled and crossed the threshold, looking around.

"Can I help you?" Elsa asked.

"I'm here to see Miss Faulkner, as it happens. Is she here?"

Naked in bed, yes. "Yes, she's here. Give me a minute, will you? She needs help-uh-getting ready. Please, sit."

"Of course, and thank you." Miranda sat, setting her briefcase down at her feet.

"Can I get you something to drink?"

"No, thank you," Miranda replied.

Elsa excused herself and hurried to the bedroom, where she found Rachel sat on the side of the bed, pulling her pants on.

"Miranda is here," Elsa said. "She wants to speak to you!"

"What on Earth for?"

"She didn't say!" Elsa retrieved Rachel's t-shirt, and threaded it over the cast on her arm, before moving her hands down and cupping her breasts.

"Elsa, what are you doing?"

"Squeezing your boobs."

"Well, I can see that! Whatever for?"

"Because they're so big and soft!" Elsa leaned down and pushed her face into her cleavage, shaking her head back and forth.

"Elsa!" Rachel swatted her fiancée on the head, which was still firmly buried in her breasts, blowing raspberries. "Now isn't the time!"

"Speak for yourself," came Elsa's muffled voice from her chest. She latched her mouth over her nipple and blew an incredibly wet raspberry, causing Rachel to giggle wildly.

"Elsa! For fuck's sake, she can probably hear us!"

"Oh, all right!" Elsa rose, licking her lips, and hauled Rachel to her feet, pulling her t-shirt the rest of the way down. They hobbled over to the wheelchair and Rachel deposited herself in it, and the two made their way to the living room.

"Miss Faulkner," Miranda greeted, extending her hand.

Rachel took it, smiling. "Hello again."

"I trust you are well?"

Rachel shrugged. "Well enough, I guess."

"Good. No doubt you're both wondering why you're here, so let me cut to the chase. I was hoping you could provide me with a statement, Miss Faulkner"

"A statement?"

"Yes, of the events surrounding the accident. Memory permitting, of course."

"I...okay..." Rachel stammered, unsure. Elsa lay a comforting hand on her knee, while Miranda opened her briefcase and pulled out a fresh pad of paper. "Do you remember much of that night?"

"Most of it, yes." Rachel replied.

"Ready when you are, then, Rachel," Miranda said, using her given name for the first time that day. "Please begin, and take your time."

"S...so, we'd just been to dinner," Rachel began, her voice already quavering. Elsa's hand remained in position on her leg. "We were driving home, a-and Mom was explaining to m-me why she'd been so difficult with my c-coming out, and m-my relationship with Elsa. Turns out, she was dating a girl, back in the day, can you believe that?"

Miranda only smiled, and allowed Rachel to run with her tangent.

"Alyn, her name was. Alyn Shir. I looked her up. Found a picture of her and everything. Her parents were Romanian, I think, or perhaps Bulgarian, I can't remember. Anyway, they moved over here to England when they themselves were young, and Alyn was born here. She was so beautiful; I found the picture of her online actually. Anyway, her and my mum met, and very soon they fell in love, but my grandmother wasn't having any of that. She kicked her out! Can you believe that? Alyn's parents took her in, and for the next seven years they were the happiest people in the world..." Rachel drifted off, her mind lost in the thought of her mother's lost love.

"And then what happened?" Miranda asked, the legal pad before her forgotten.

"She died. She fucking died! She was shot, in her own parent's shop, on her birthday! My mother and her parents were waiting at home to give her a surprise party, but an officer showed up, instead. And that was the last of Alyn. She was fucking heartbroken, and had no choice but to go crawling back to her mother, who spent the next four years indoctrinating my mother to believe that gay people were immoral, unclean, godless heathens. When she met my father, she believed it. So that was why, when I came out, things turned out the way they did. But we sorted things out, and by the time she...died, we were...good."

"What happened after that?" Miranda inquired. "How does this relate to the crash?"

"I guess it doesn't, really," Rachel replied, a tear in her eye. "It's just what we were saying in the car before it happened."

Miranda nodded.

"The next thing I knew, there was an almighty crash, and the entire car was flying sideways. There was a huge pain in my leg, and I remember looking at it and not being able to see it. A split second later, we were rolling, and then we were falling...and then, the next thing I remember, I woke up." She sniffed, blinking back tears.

"And you didn't see the car? Or the driver?"

Rachel shook her head. "No. But it was definitely their fault. I think they ran a red light, from what I can gather."

Miranda nodded. "Okay. Thank you for your assistance, Rachel, I know it must've been hard."

She stood, and shook both their hands, and Elsa walked her to the door.

"Thank you both, again," Miranda said, a small smile on her face.

"You're welcome," Elsa replied, and Miranda turned and left. Elsa returned to the sofa and sat, facing Rachel.

"Are you okay, snowflake?"

"I'm fine, it was just hard having to remember all of that."

"I know, sweetheart, I know." With all of her strength, Elsa lifted Rachel from the wheelchair and flopped back down on the sofa, with her fiancée on top.

"Ouch!" Rachel cried, gripping her injured arm.

"Oh, fuck, Rachel! Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Rachel pouted. "But you totally killed the mood!"

"Well," Elsa said, sliding a hand under Rachel's shirt and pinching a nipple, causing her to gasp with pleasure. "How about I get you back in the mood?"

"Mmm, I think you're more than capable of that, Elsie!" Rachel kissed her lover deeply, swirling their tongues together passionately. Just as Elsa was about to remove Rachel's top, the front door swung open, and Anna, her mother, and Amanda strolled in.

"Hahaha, whoops!" Anna shrieked, giggling madly.

"What the ever-loving fuck!" Elsa scrambled out from underneath Rachel, causing her fiancée to unceremoniously flop face down on the sofa.

"Oh boy..." Alice muttered, blushing.

"Should never have given you a key," Rachel muttered from the depths of the couch.

"What are you guys doing here?"

"We came to tell you about the plans for the funeral," Alice said, sitting cross legged on the floor. Amanda sat beside her, and Anna took the chair. Rachel shuffled back into a seating position, her hair a mess.

"It's going to be in three days time," Alice continued. "Rachel, honey, will you be giving a eulogy?"

"Shit, I didn't even think of that! Yes, I'll do it."

"Wonderful!"

Elsa eyed Amanda and her mother suspiciously. "Is there something going on here?"

"Whatever do you mean?"

"Nothing, really, I'm just surprised you're here, Amanda! Not that it's not wonderful to see you, of course!"

Amanda shrugged. "We've become very good friends, haven't we, Ally?"

"Ally?"

Alice chuckled. "Yeah, I guess we've taken to giving each other nicknames!"

Elsa raised an eyebrow. "Sounds very...couple-ish..."

Alice cocked her head, blushing slightly. "And what if it is? Do you have a problem with your mother dating another woman?"

"You're saying that you two are seeing each other?" Elsa said, her voice rising in excitement.

"No, no!" Alice was flustered, desperately back-pedalling. "What I mean is; Mandy and I are friends, nothing more. But you seem to be implying that there's something more, and I was asking if you'd have an issue with it, that's all!."

"I see," Elsa said suspiciously. Out of the corner of their eye, she could see Anna mouthing They like each other.

Elsa's heart did a backflip, and a large grin split open on her face. Amanda smiled warmly, and gave Alice a quick hug, causing her blush to redden further.

The five of them continued to talk for the next several hours, about all manner of subjects; cars, television, movies, love. When the conversation turned to gaming, Anna, Rachel, and Elsa had grouped together, and Amanda and their mother had claimed the sofa. Alice was leaning against Amanda, who was stroking her hair softly. Both women had a content smile on their face.

"They really like each other, don't they?" Rachel observed.

"Yeah, they really do." Anna replied. "Els?"

"Huh?" Elsa jolted out of her reverie. It was indeed strange to think of her mother in a relationship after all these years, especially with another woman, one whom she had only recently met.

"But what about you and Rachel," Anna said, after Elsa voiced her concerns to her sister. "You guys ended up having sex pretty much straight away! At least Mom and Mandy haven't...or at least I don't think they have!"

"I guess you're right," Elsa said. "I'm really happy for them, it's just strange to think about!"

"That it is," Anna agreed.

"What are you three conspiring about?" Alice called from the couch.

"Nothing," all three girls replied in unison.

Alice raised her eyebrow, and reached over for the remote, flicking the television on. "Come on over, let's watch some TV!"

All five women sat themselves on Rachel's large sofa; although it was technically a four-seater there was more than enough space for all of them. Rachel sat on the far left, with Elsa at her side, snuggled up together. Anna sat beside her, leaning against her sister, and Alice and Amanda sat on the right, with Alice's head resting on the doctor's shoulder.

The five watched movies long into the night, only pausing for bathroom breaks and pizza. At around two-thirty in the morning, everyone was dozing off, oblivious to the sounds of the low-budget horror movie still playing.

"Hey, Elsie," Anna whispered, nudging her sister awake.

"Huh, what?" Elsa raised her head, annoyed. She had been enjoying a particularly raunchy dream involving Rachel's breasts, and was not happy being awoken.

"Look at them," Anna said, pointing to their right.

Elsa looked, and saw her mother lying against Amanda, head resting on her breasts. She raised her eyebrow, and allowed her gaze to travel downwards.

"See?" Anna whispered.

Elsa nodded, jaw dropping. Alice and Amanda were holding hands. Anna shot her sister a look of glee. "Isn't this amazing?"

"Yes, it is!" Elsa said, a little too loud, causing Amanda to stir in her sleep. "Oops!"

"Goodnight, Elsa," Anna said, giving her sister a chaste kiss on the lips.

"Goodnight, sis," Elsa replied, snuggling back into Rachel's warm body.