A for Attraction, because Irene couldn't keep her hands to herself during college. 
 

People might tell Wendy that Irene doesn't love her, including Irene herself, but Wendy will never let anyone tell her that her wife is not attracted to her. 
 

Ever since the two had known each other when they were in college, Irene made no secret to Wendy that she was very attracted to her, especially her , which the older would touch nonchalantly whenever the opportunity arose. 
 

Flashback to Junior Year of College

"Irene!" 21 year old Wendy yelped as she jumped up and away from the hand that was taking advantage of her in jeans. 
 

Irene just shrugged with a smirk, not seeming sorry at all. "My hand slipped."

"Again?" Wendy asked in bewilderment, not believing the gall of the older girl.

"I was just appreciating its beauty. If you're so offended by my attention, then let me assure you that it had less to do with you and more to do with just it." Irene said with a disinterested look.

"But it's mine!" Wendy said in annoyance, a flush rising on her cheeks at the older's girl's praise of her . 
 

"Yours, you say? Then let's strike a deal, what would it take for it to be mine instead?"

"Even if you gave me a million dollars it still wouldn't be yours, idiot!"

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Forward to Irene and Wendy's Wedding Night

The younger girl sighed in tiredness as she and Irene finally entered their hotel room after the long day of celebration of their wedding. She was tired and grumpy, her body aching after all the walking around she had to do in her heels and heavy wedding dress. 

"Tired?" Came a sultry feminine voice from behind her, one that now belonged to her wife. 
 

"So much." Wendy answered as she sat down on the side of the bed and leaned forward to take off her heels.

"Then we don't have to do anything tonight. We can just sleep." Irene said, her voice not showing any signs of disappointme