Sue squealed girlishly as Diana's fingers struck the right places again and again. "Let me go! Quit it! D, stop!" she screamed through her laughter. Diana merely grinned her broad, beaming grin and continued to tickle her girlfriend mercilessly.

Suddenly, Sue's hands shot out and started returning the favor to Diana with interest. Now it was the younger girl's turn to dissolve into giggles and desperately try to squirm away. They tangled together, an amorphous mass of arms and legs and laughter. Rolling around on the bed, they inevitably rolled too far, and landed on the floor with a heavy thud. The sheet provided no padding whatsoever.

"Ow," Sue groaned. "You pushed me off the bed."

"Uh-uh," Diana mock-complained. "We pushed ourselves off the bed."

"But that means you pushed me."

"But that also means ya pushed me, Suzie," Diana pointed out with infuriatingly clear logic. "Give it up an’ kiss me."

Sue pushed her away- lightly, but it was still motion away, which was not their normal direction of movement. "You're just so demanding," she declared, arms crossed across her chest.

"Soy demasiado mujer pa' ti," Diana laughed, leaning back to stretch luxuriously and to reveal just how much woman she was. She tossed back her hair in knowing imitation of a model, then looked at Sue with her best pouty look, trying to get her eyes to smolder.

"Demasiado loca, maybe," Sue scoffed, distinctly unimpressed by Diana's act. "D, you could never be too much for me, don't you know that by now?"

"Your accent craps," Diana informed her lazily, dropping the pretense of model goodness. "Seriously, ya sound so American. And it's demasiada, since I'm a girl the last time ya checked."

"The word 'duh' is hovering around my lips right now, Taurasi," Sue said in a mock-warning tone.

"Looks like I'm gonna hafta take care of that, then," Diana replied evenly, pressing her lips to Sue's. They did a lot of that for a while. The 'duh' went away quickly.

Sue suddenly stopped. "What about-"

"I sent her off with Nicole so they could maybe quit tryin’ to be just friends. If Wolffie can get her to stop lookin’ at me like the last cut in the supermarket, I can forgive anythin’. And I mean anythin’, Birdie, so don't chase her down in the middle of the night an’ do bad things to her."

"I hate when you call me Birdie. Coach Dunn did that, and it was all right coming from her, but it's weird coming from you. It freaks me out. I mean, I don't want to imagine you with that big poufy hair and glasses and a Southern drawl."

Diana made the mistake of imagining that and promptly screamed. "Ya wound me, Bird, ya wound me. But ya know I'd make it look good, right? I make everything look good."

Sue ruffled her hair, much to Diana's dismay. "Whatever, D. You're so strange."

"Isn't that why ya love me so much that you shuttle the length of the country to be with me?"

"Well, somewhat. Sometimes it's just 'cause you're too cute."

Diana laughed. "Solo tu sabes bien quien soy, y por eso es tuyo mi corazon. Solo tu dobles mi razon y por eso a donde me quieras voy... mi querida Sue, te amo mucho, mucho, mucho..."

"And for those of us who didn't spend their childhood in a Spanish-speaking household?" Sue said pointedly.

Diana gave the matter some thought, managing to look quite adorable in the process. "It's gonna be a little rough, but here goes. 'Only you know well who I am, and that's why my heart is yours. Only you twist up my reason and that's why I'll go wherever you want me. My dear-"

"Yeah, that last part I could probably figure out, D. Nice piece. Where'd you crib it from?"

"What makes ya think I didn't write it?" Diana demanded with an indignant squawk.

"Taurasi, the last time you tried to write me a love poem, it took you ten minutes to rhyme Sue. Now you're gonna tell me that you wrote a perfectly rhymed and rhythmic poem in Spanish? Nice try, but it doesn't wash."

"I'm more comfortable in Spanish," Diana pouted. Sue continued to stare at her without letting up, until she finally cracked and admitted the truth. "Shakira. No Creo. But it's good an’ it's true an’ it's right."

"Not denying that, honey. It's just that words aren't your thing. You speak another language better than any of the above."

"Which one?" Diana didn't give Sue a chance to answer, as she leaned in and locked lips with her girlfriend. This went on for a long time. Somewhere along the line, clothing began to be shed.

As Diana pulled Sue's shirt off, Sue gasped, "Demasiado, Diana, demasiado!"

Diana pushed closer to Sue and moaned as bare skin brushed bare skin and hands went into secret places, "No. Nunca demasiado. Nunca bastante." Never too much. Never enough.