"Now, you're sure Diana's not going to walk in on us this time, right?" Lindsay asked nervously.

"She's talented, but not that talented. Don't worry. Ain't nothin' to be afraid of." Alana brushed her hand across Lindsay's forehead, fumbling with the waistband of Lindsay's underwear with the other. "Silk?"

"Nylon," Lindsay admitted sheepishly, unable, as always, to lie to Alana, even if she had wanted to. "I, uh, didn't anticipate this."

"Silly girl," Alana laughed before covering Lindsay's mouth with her own, pinning Lindsay in place with her body; there wasn't space to escape, and Lindsay wasn't about to try anyway, but there were unwritten rules to this relationship, and Alana wanted to make sure they were enforced, that Lindsay wouldn't forget who gave up control and who took it. Lindsay, mouth hanging open, eyes half-closed, arched in a perfect curve against the wall, moaning as Alana kissed the soft skin of her throat and worked insistent fingers against her clit, wasn't about to argue the point.

Alana reveled in the sound of Lindsay's passion, in the feel of Lindsay's nails digging into her back as the Minnesotan tried to hang on, in the taste of Lindsay's sweat that collected in the hollow of her throat, in the sweet surrender she had so easily induced. She drew Lindsay closer, sliding her hand under the other woman's shirt, and Lindsay's gasps grew louder-

And the door opened, and a tall, angular figure blocked most of the light. Coach Donovan glared daggers at them, her severe expression indicating her extreme displeasure. "We did have an agreement that one of these bathrooms would be reserved for… applications to the Mile High Club, and the other would be reserved for actual use as a bathroom."

"I'm sorry, Coach," Alana said, her gaze downcast. "It's just that Sue and D were taking forever, and we couldn't wait."

"You'll have to. Out of the bathroom, please." Coach Donovan paused, then corrected herself. "Button your pants first, Lindsay."

Lindsay blushed, though it was hard to tell from the flush her exertion had caused, and made herself decent before coming out of the bathroom. Coach Donovan seemed satisfied and walked away, presumably to work on the playbook. Alana and Lindsay exchanged a look.

"She was right," Lindsay admitted reluctantly, the words sounding like they had been dragged out of her.

Alana shrugged the comment off and headed to the front of the plane, where the men's team had set up camp. Lindsay followed her automatically; she wasn't quite sure what Alana had in mind, but hazy as she was, she wasn't about to question.

Alana saved her the trouble of asking. "The guys have two bathrooms too. We ought to have time to… finish what I started." The look she shot Lindsay through her lashes burned with smoldering intensity; had intent been equal to action, it would have stripped Lindsay of her clothes in that moment. As it was, Lindsay felt herself stripped bare, and she blushed again.

When they entered the men's side of the plane, they received a couple of curious stares, but not too many, and none that lasted too long. The combined efforts of both head coaches had put the fear of God into the men representing the United States; they knew better than to make lewd remarks to any of the women. The two teams had settled into a sort of truce- they were friendly and chatty, but nothing got too personal. No one tried to ask why they were marching so determinedly towards the bathrooms, Lindsay trailing behind Alana with fingers barely brushing against her shirt.

In the narrow corridor, they discovered signs on both bathroom doors. One was scrawled in big, looping handwriting and simply said, "FUCK OFF!"; it was taped crookedly to the door, and the grunting both women could hear from behind it indicated that someone else had had sex in mind. Lindsay gently took the sign off the door, discovering that the warning had been scribbled on the back of an "out of order" notice. "Sensible," she remarked as she put the notice back on the door. "All right, what about the other one?"

"Don't," Shane warned them. "We only have one bathroom, and believe me, no one is going to acknowledge the 'occupied' sign, especially if it means they get to see lesbian action. Stick to your side of the plane."

"I *thought* we were supposed to stick together," Alana muttered resentfully.

"I am. Most of the guys would have let you go in and get excited before opening the door. I thought I'd be more of a gentleman."

There was an unexpectedly unpleasant expression on Alana's face, and Lindsay knew that an uncalled-for comment was on its way. Quickly, she said, "And we appreciate that. We'll just… make do. Thanks." She put a hand on Alana's shoulder; it was quickly batted away, but Alana took the hint. The two women left together, Alana doing her best not to tease, though it was hard not to reach out and touch.

As they came back through the invisible curtain that separated the teams, someone said, "Holy shit, Melo and D. Wade are still at it? Didn't think guys could go that long before they pooped out! They got started before we went for some!"

Alana whirled to see who had spoken. "How did you know who it was?"

"Who else would it be?" Diana looked smug. "Caron told me," she added in a tone of voice that suggested that people were stupid for not knowing.

Had it been any other occasion, Alana and Lindsay might have tried to sort out the new datum, but they were both on a different train of thought: if Diana were in a seat having a conversation with them, then she was not in the bathroom, which meant that Sue and Diana had *finally* finished their latest application to join the Mile High Club, which meant that the bathroom was probably empty, which meant they could go… "We'll see you in a little while," Alana said just before she grabbed Lindsay's hand and ran down the aisle at an unsafe sprint.

The door hung open, and had Alana been a bit more in control of her conscious thought, she would have thought there was something abnormal. But she and Lindsay had both been possessed by need for too long a time, and so they ran for the bathroom. Alana got most of the way in before someone pushed her out. "Excuse me, but I have seniority," the other woman informed Alana coolly. "Go find somewhere else to play."

Alana blinked and decided to pretend that she had not, in fact, just seen Lisa Leslie in a thong and not much else. She suspected that pretending such a thing would be beneficial to her continued health. Lindsay tried to push past her, but she held fast; the last thing she wanted to do was scar Lindsay with the sight, and also, there was the distinct chance that Lisa would really lose her temper and someone would get hurt, and that wasn't a good thing.

Lindsay suddenly sucked in a ragged gasp and stiffened against Alana, her hand pressing hard against Alana's spine. Alana looked to see what had Lindsay so freaked out, and immediately understood why Lindsay had reacted as she did. Dawn (somehow they couldn't call her Coach, even though that was now her role with the team) was advancing on them, still wearing the faded teal Sting shirt she had worn at boarding… but nothing between that and her sneakers except for royal purple panties. Her black tearaway pants were in a heap a few feet behind her. "Excuse me," she said, her voice a bit huskier than its usual rasp, "but you're in my way."

There really wasn't much to say to that, so Alana stepped into a row of empty seats, dragging Lindsay with her, to allow Dawn into the bathroom. Before the door slammed shut, they heard a giggle way too high-pitched to belong to Dawn. Alana looked at Lindsay. Lindsay looked at Alana. They both looked at the bathroom, then back at each other.

"I don't think we should ever mention what we saw today to anyone ever. Not even each other," Alana said slowly.

"I'd like to forget I even saw it," Lindsay agreed.

"I think I can arrange that." There was a grin on Alana's face as her hand found its way under Lindsay's clothes and she drew Lindsay to her.

"She had a Comet logo on her-"

"Shhhhhh," Alana soothed.

It worked for a while. "Anthony and Wade? Was she serious?"

This time Alana was a bit more serious in her attempt to silence Lindsay. It took accidentally getting an armrest in an uncomfortable place for Lindsay to return to the image of what she had seen. "Oh, God, 'Lana, I saw her in her underwear."

"I know, hon, I know. I saw too. We'll get past it. Come here."

Though she would have to wait until they were safely ensconced in a hotel room to go as far as she would have liked, Alana had her ways of successfully distracting Lindsay. It did get annoying, and terribly hypocritical, though, when Diana started yelling at them to keep it down.