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A Woman After My Own Heart	By : AberrantScript Category: +G through L > The Loud House Views: 3876 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 9
- 10
- 11
Author's Notes:
First, I apologize for the excessive length. I didn't intend for this to go this far... but things happened. I give a glimpse into the budding romance of most characters so far in the story, though. So, I hope I'm forgiven. Second, Lynn debuts in this one, and she has a mouth on her, haha! Not as bad as Flagg's Lynn, but still. Wink~
Fun Facts at bottom~!
Disclaimer: The Loud House Copyright Nickelodeon (2017)
Chapter 10: Day of Love
Two little eyelids opened blearily; trying to blink the sleepiness away with lazy movements.
One leg stretched way off to the side as another curled in the opposite direction.
Deep brown eyes looked up and shone brightly as two angels were scurrying about the living room.
Bugle stepped out of his favorite place to sleep… his master's jacket. He loved chewing on the ends of the sleeves, pretending they were mice that he had to murder~
He would protect his family at all costs, and he needed to train for that duty!
"Bugle, you're awake!"
His tail immediately began wagging as his pupils dilated. The way his name rolled off of his little master's tongue always filled him with contentment and excitement.
"Lana, don't get him barking."
Little master paused before she knelt down and started scratching Bugle behind the ears.
He was no cat, but in his heart he was purring in sweet bliss~
"Don't worry, sis. Bugle is a good boy. He won't get us thrown out onto the streets, will you?"
She reached her hands out to cup his cheeks and he leant into her, licking her wrists with his scratchy tongue.
Bugle was a good boy. The best boy his masters had ever seen!
She giggled as Bugle began sniffing at her palms, and then her arms, and her chest, and her legs.
He couldn't get enough of their scent. It was home. It was safe.
When the thunder boomed and the lightning crackled and his tiny body was shivering in fright… he could curl up on his master's heart, the rhythm of her life soothing his fears away; and her comforting scent would lull him into a peaceful sleep.
His brown eyes looked from little master to big master, over in the kitchenette. She was preparing toast, which Bugle loved dearly.
He loved his masters… would die for them… but he loved food almost as much~
Little master grabbed hers. There was no butter or jam in the home for it, so she ate it plain. She tore off the crusts into itty bitty pieces and held them out.
And Bugle, being the good boy that he was, put his paw on top of hers, pushing it to the ground for easier access, and promptly feasted on her gift of love.
Here in that moment, life couldn't get any sweeter for Bugle Summers.
It was a fine Saturday morning as Luna jogged in the park. In some athletic pants and a sports bra, the chilly autumn air was frigid on her skin, but she took it like a boss. She had in a pair of earbuds and was listening to Girls Got Rhythm by AC/DC. She was humming along, getting a great rhythm going with the pumping of her legs and the swinging of her arms.
But then, she stumbled and nearly crashed into a bush when her eyes beheld a thing of perfect beauty up ahead.
On a bench sat Sam.
Her arms were stretched out against the backrest. He head was leaning back, her eyes closed, as she basked in the sunlight.
She was wearing a button-up, blue long-sleeve, and the top couple buttons were left undone.
Luna felt her nose grow warm as her eyes beheld those precious inches of creamy skin bared for her eyes. She hurriedly checked her nose and… Whew! …she wasn't bleeding, thank God!
Sam was wearing jeans, too, that stretched tightly along a leg that was out straight before her; her other crossed over top. Her shoe was bopping to a silent beat.
Luna felt her breath hitch.
How could someone be so beautiful, so peaceful without trying?
She felt a tug on her heart, pulling her toward the girl… and she couldn't resist. She was sweaty and probably smelled a bit weird and had a horrible flush on her face. But this was Sam, her little poppet~
Nothing on earth would keep her away from her girl!
She took off at a steady stroll, her eyes focused on that gorgeous face.
She didn't know anyone was coming until it was too late. And one scream, one crash, one tumble later… she was on her butt, clutching her knee to her chest as a boy was picking himself off the ground and checking his skateboard for damage.
He looked at her apologetically, and then her knee. "I'm sorry, lady."
He couldn't have been older than ten.
She hissed in pain as she touched her sore knee, but she managed a smile. "It's ok. It was an accident. I'm just glad you're not hurt."
He smiled back. "I'll get my mom! She has stuff for boo-boos in her purse."
She sighed.
Yeah, a bandage would come in handy right then… for her pride.
She looked up and her breath was stolen right out from her lungs.
Sam was coming toward her. Her eyes were worried. Her hands were outstretched.
"Luna? Are you ok?"
Luna's eyes widened as her poppet knelt before her and put her hands on her knees. She shivered as pleasure screamed across her nerves.
Sam was touching her knee. My freaking knee!
"N-n-no, it's ok."
Luna nearly eeped when Sam's arm curled around her back… her fingers were touching the side of her breast… and the woman lifted Luna up and helped her over to the bench.
Luna was deposited gently, and Sam pulled her legs onto her lap to get a closer look at the injury.
"Wow, this must hurt."
Luna whimpered when Sam ghosted a finger over it… but that was soon overwhelmed by pleasure as Sam's hands went to her calf and rubbed her comfortingly.
"Th-that feels nice…" she husked out, closing her eyes and flushing from desire.
Sam coughed awkwardly.
She guessed it was either incredibly easy to turn Luna on… or she just had that special touch that the younger girl needed~
Luna moaned lewdly as her sorta-girlfriend moved a hand to her other leg and rubbed pleasurable circles into both. She wished those hands would drift higher… much higher~
I love your hands so much, Sam.
Luna reclined further back until her head was resting against a metal arm built into the bench and laid her hands over her stomach. She was uncomfortable, sticky from sweat, shivering from the wind beating against her bare skin, and flushed from horniness… but this moment was nothing short of perfect.
Sam's blush sprouted and grew with each passing moan… each jostling movement that rubbed Luna's thighs against her leg… each time that Luna's back arched just a little, pushing her sports bra-clad chest in her direction.
Why don't we go to my apartment and you can give me a checkup, nurse~
Not to mention that the list of things Luna unknowingly spoke out loud when she thought she was just thinking them was growing quickly…
Sam took a gamble and let one hand drift along that sore knee and onto Luna's inner thigh.
Luna whined faintly, wiggling her leg.
She was so responsive, so needy… like a kitten.
Sam poked her through the sweats, and Luna whimpered. She molded her fingers around her thigh and squeezed, and a breathless moan fell from Luna's lips. She looked at the younger woman and saw those flushed cheeks and furrowed brows, drawn with longing and pure need… and she felt her heart skip a beat.
She didn't particularly want to move too fast with Luna… but she'd been waiting a long time to ask her out. They were going to see that movie tonight and maybe… maybe they would see much more than just a film.
Her lips fell open to pant out a breathless whisper of need.
Sam could follow Luna home…
She could explore the girl's apartment…
She could acquaint herself with the texture of the kitchen counter as her bare legs hung from the edge, spread wide apart, and Luna knelt before her and worshipped at her altar.
She could become friends with the living room table as she laid Luna down on it and melded their lips together as their hands worked furiously to shed the clothes from their bodies.
She could know her almost-lover intimately against every wall, upon every floor, on every piece of furniture… bent over the arm of the chair, pushed against the bathroom doorframe with her legs spread far apart, in the bottom of the shower with hot water pelting down on their dripping, naked bodies… and in the morning, she'd wake up and make her lover breakfast; but Luna would soon wake up and force Sam to brace herself against the stove as she pulled her panties to the side and ate something much more satisfying~
Sam could do any of those things. Today, tomorrow, the next day… forevermore.
And she knew by the reactions in Luna's body and the proclamations of single-minded adoration, that this young woman felt the same.
Maybe they could just take it one day at a time?
Once they fully acquaint themselves with Luna's apartment, they could move to Sam's little single-bedroom house… and consecrate every surface, every texture, and every object with their arousal and love~
His masters were gone.
And Bugle was sad.
Just yesterday he'd finally gonna the hang of the puppy pads. Well, sorta. He didn't have any accidents, thank goodness, but he still didn't like them.
But Friday was the first day he'd been left alone all day and he didn't eat… he didn't sleep… he laid down and stared at the front door for an eternity until Lana returned from school and played with him non-stop until Luan returned from work.
Now, it was Saturday and the two girls were leaving him once again.
Little master made plans to meet a new friend in the park.
Master had to go to work at the coffee shop.
He didn't understand why they were trying to leave without him.
Couldn't he hide in their jackets until they were outside?
Wasn't he the world's bestest boy?
He trailed over to the couch and climbed up to the very top and laid down.
His head rested on his front paws; his floppy ears were splayed before him like a fan…
And his two weeping brown eyes looked through the window as his entire world walked away from him into the distance.
Mrs. Woodhouse's knowing eyes twinkled as she watched Leni leading Alfred out the door and down the street. The man had his arm bowed to his side, and Leni's was locked around him with her other hand resting on his forearm affectionately.
The two were up to no good, most likely.
Leni didn't get her sister a gift because she was interrupted. And now she needed to buy Alfred a housewarming gift, too!
"Oooh, let's head into this one!"
It was a Mal-mart, a department store that had just about anything you could want… and it was huge! compared to the tiny dollar stores she'd been going to.
Alfred had on a smile as the woman led him toward the clothes. He was beginning to sense a particular fascination with fashion in this girl.
They stopped by the men's clothes first because Leni had helped the man unpack… and even though she was being too nosy for her own good, she found he had a distinct lack of casual clothing. It was all cute suits, dress shoes, bow ties, and undies.
What did he sleep in? The nude?
Her eyes turned to Alfred.
"What are you looking at, Miss Bennett?"
She looked at him from head to toes… imagined him completely naked… and… a-and wow~ She wondered how muscular he was. He cut a very fine figure in his suits… she was willing to bet he cut a finer figure… without them.
So, they definitely wouldn't be buying nightclothes. That was for sure~
She didn't even stop to consider why she should have any say in the matter.
"N-nothing, Alfred."
Were her cheeks pink? That was strange. But, oh well.
Leni pulled out a pair of jeans and held them up to him. He looked so prim and proper all the time… she was willing to bet that he could pull off a pair of tight jeans.
She closed her eyes and hummed.
Alfred knocks on the door.
"Housekeeping~"
Leni lets him inside, and bites her lip when she realizes he's in just a pair of jeans, shirtless, and his chest is strong and well-built.
"Is there anything you need me to do, Miss Bennett?"
She loves how her name sounds from his lips, and she relaxes on the couch.
"Why, yes… there is."
She leans back against a pillow and lets her knees casually grow farther apart…
She beckons him toward her with a finger…
Leni was twenty-three years old. Since she was eighteen, all of her interests were focused on her sister and her grandparents. She held a job at home where she helped customers for an online retail store make purchases and resolve complaints. She used up much of her extra time with Mrs. Woodhouse, volunteering at her grandparents' nursing home, and down at the coffee shop.
She wasn't really asexual, per se, but she guessed she just never had the time to think of another person in that way.
But, she figured Carol's reading interests were finally rubbing off on her…
Or maybe she was just that impressed by Alfred's personality and sincerity…
She'd known the man for twenty-four hours and she was having some pretty naughty thoughts about him. She was a little confused about what she even really wanted. Not to mention she was ashamed… If Carol knew the kind of things she thought about, she'd be so disappointed in Leni!
Shaking her head, Leni put the jeans away. She eventually settled on some casual slacks and a pair of sweats. She fully intended on having Alfred spend his evenings with her (and Carol), watching movies, reading books, playing games, and chatting about anything and nothing all at the same time. She needed him to be comfortable and unattractive.
She sighed.
But, at the rate she was going, she'd surely find herself looking down at his sweatpants and trying to find any outline in the flowy material.
She picked out a sweater, too, and some button-ups and a flannel-lined jacket. The jacket was one size too big… on purpose… because one never knows when, say, a Leni is there, and she'd be too cold, and she'd need a strong, selfless man to slip her inside his jacket and warm her up~
When they were done, she bit her lip as she took them over to the women's side of the clothing department.
She wanted to find Carol a new romance book as a surprise. Something with two women on the front cover and a lot of old fashioned words that she couldn't pronounce or understand because that's what her big sister liked the most…
But plans changed.
Now…
"Alfred?"
Now, she was going to pick out something a little…
"I and Carol are roughly about the same size. We don't look too different. So, do you think you could help me pick her out some…"
…racy.
Alfred's eyes widened when Leni's hand fluttered to a rack full of lacy garments.
"…lingerie?"
He shook his head and smiled reassuringly.
"Yes, Miss Bennett."
He was struck with how that sounded… how it all looked.
An older man talking to a younger woman like he was her butler… her servant… ready and willing to do whatever she asked…
Leni nodded as she pulled a set (camisole and panties) off the rack. It was onyx black and lacy, and she knew that her pale skin would shine brightly through the sheer threads. There was a few sapphire bows stitched into the fabric along the hemlines, and that would make her bluebell eyes sparkle.
She led him over to a changing room.
It would have, sadly, been inappropriate for him to be in there while she was changing.
"Ok, Alfred, I'm ready. Why don't you peek inside and tell me if it's good enough for Carol?"
So, she made sure to have everything fully prepared and ready so he could see the finished product.
His hands didn't quiver due to his strength of will. But, he couldn't disappoint the woman…
He opened that door just a crack and looked inside.
Leni was leaning on one leg, with one arm curled protectively around her stomach. Her other hand was bunching her long, silky, golden hair up on the top of her head. And her outfit was barely decent, only hiding the bare essentials…
His eyes couldn't help themselves.
Leni's legs were long and toned. Her feet were delicate and unblemished. Her arms were sleek and tender. Her chin was raised so he'd have a better look at her slender neck. Her eyes were lidded and her lashes batted at him.
"How do I look, Alfred?"
He gulped as nervous sweat formed on his body.
"There are not good enough words to describe your stunning beauty…"
Her cheeks were flushed as she let her hair down and turned around… and bent over, accidentally (intentionally?) giving him a gracious view of her rear in all of its womanly glory... Her fingers were slowly lifting the camisole up and over and her naked chest when she remembered she had an audience.
Leni turned around, her arms crossed and that camisole barely covering the lowest dip of her breasts, and her pearly whites were biting her lip.
"Can I have some privacy to change, Alfred?"
He gulped again as he drew back and closed that door.
His spine tingled when he heard silk flutter to the bench.
"Alfred?"
He drew his face closer to the crack between the door and the frame.
"Yes?"
Oh, God, what was she doing to him?
"I need your help for something…"
He barely cracked open the door and he whispered out a surprised, "Damn," when he saw Leni in her casual dress with the entire back unzipped. He could see the dimples in her lower back, the curve of her spine, and the planes of her shoulder blades.
"What do you need, Miss Bennett?" His voice was too husky for his own liking.
She turned to the side, just enough so he could see a pleasant outline of one breast which her dress was hugging nicely.
"I can't reach my zipper. Can you do it for me?"
Alfred looked around like a nervous teenager before slipping inside the room and locking the door.
He had piercing grey eyes, and they roamed across her flawless back.
She looked like the purest angel from heaven. Sent from God to be his guardian, to save him, and guide his future. He owed her so much for the seemingly little gesture she did for him.
Leni hummed as the warmth of his strong hand was at her back, gripping the zipper, and tugging it up with cool professionality.
When he was done, his hands drifted to her hips, ghosting over her dress. And then, she was turning in his arms, and her beautiful blues were looking into his striking greys. And when she smiled at him, he was filled with a warmth he'd rarely known before.
They exited the changing room together.
He stuck his arm out and she eagerly attached herself to it.
And the two headed to the bookstore section of Mal-mart.
The racy set of lingerie that made her heavenly body look like a playful devil was tucked under her arm.
Christmas would be here in a short amount of time… and if the two continued to draw closer together, like two flowers twining together before they bloomed… well, Leni knew she had the perfect Christmas present for Alfred, and the perfect giftwrapping, too~
Bugle huffed as he fell from the back of the couch, landing on a cushion.
He'd given up on life and was waiting for a hawk to swoop down and carry him off to be eaten.
His masters were never going to come back home.
He'd been waiting for several eternities by now… entire eons had come and gone, and still Bugle waited.
His ear perked.
He… he heard something!
A key entered the lock…
Bugle's head ascended as his paws took off toward the door.
A single foot stepped into the room from the hallway, and Bugle froze dead in his tracks.
That wasn't his master's shoe…
It was late on Saturday morning when Carol spotted him.
She was sitting in a quiet corner, hunkered down in a squishy bean bag chair. A romance novel was open in her lap. But, this time, surprisingly, the cover featured a strong, bare-chested male and a ravishing woman showing as much cleavage as the publishers would allow.
She'd been catching up on her het reading to little progress.
For example, she determined that what she really loved was the woman. Just about anything could happen to her sexually (within reason), and it'd make her content and aroused.
The male partner didn't do much for her…
Didn't matter how strong, or naked, or courageous, or any stereotypical male traits the guy could have. None of it got her "up," so to speak.
Things weren't boding well for her curious mind, but Carol was determined. She didn't know why, but she kinda wanted to find a way for him to excite her… to titillate her and bring her to heights she could never have imagined before.
As she was forcing herself through yet another novel, she'd noticed that Bobby was walking in her direction. Not toward her, exactly, but into the aisle next to her.
She got up and laid her book aside. She crept over to the wall of books and found a little section that was open. Her blue eyes peeked through the gap and she spied on him.
She'd read fanfictions where a straight woman found out she was gay, but only for her lover. No other woman (or man) excited her the same way her girlfriend did. She'd read of a gay woman that discovered her lover had an… extra appendage downstairs… and through her unconditional love for that woman she not only managed to find pleasure but worked through her anxiety to give her partner pleasure as well.
Carol could admit to some anxiety on the matter.
She'd looked at enough por- um, male anatomy in pictures to know that penises were ugly. And totes not arousing in the slightest. Plus, they were kinda big and stiff.
Honestly… she was worried (and maybe terrified a little) that he'd want to put that in her and she didn't know if she could take it… literally and figuratively. She was scared of the bleeding, and the possibility of pregnancy, and the pain…
But most of all, she was scared of disappointing him.
And even though this was all hypothetical, she was feeling bummed out.
Her eyes watched as he picked up a book, but she wasn't focusing on it. She was looking at him.
When she closed her eyes and thought of the warmth she held against her breasts as she hugged him, it excited her. When she thought of the sincerity in his eyes, it made her want to become closer with him. When she searched the outline of his jaw and gazed upon his thick hair, she felt a slight tingle. His body wasn't thin, but it wasn't built either. He wasn't exactly feminine but he wasn't a hulking mass of manliness… he was somewhere in the middle.
She looked at his hands. Even though she favored flawless skin that was silky-smooth, she found that she liked his, too, in their own special way. The work he did and that personality of his that drove him to help others were the reasons he had those scars and callouses. She'd rather have rough hands full of love and sincerity than all the smoothness of a fake con-woman.
When he turned slightly, she could see a few hairs peeking from his shirt. Eh, if she was honest she'd prefer her lover without hair (and silky-smooth, duh)… but she could have more fun with hair. She could twirl it, grip it, yank it… make him cry out his climax as she twisted his thick hair between her fingers and ran her deviant claws down his back.
She looked down his thin legs and up his body to his face. He was around her height, which was a turn on. His eyes were full of warmth; another turn on. His hands looked big enough to cup her full breasts with ease and squeeze the pleasure right out of her body. Definitely a turn on.
With a frown, she looked down at his groin. She furrowed her eyebrows.
Could she just, y'know, wing it?
No. She'd run the risk of getting his hopes up and dashing them.
She sighed.
What if…
She looked into his kind face once more before she stepped back and started to the end of the aisle.
What if she told him her feelings? Bobby was a kind-hearted man. He was rough around the edges and a little intimidating… kinda like the Beast. Carol was like Belle, and she sincerely loved the idea of nurturing him into a gentleman.
She knew in her heart that, hypothetically, he'd still accept and love her… even if she couldn't love him the same way Lori could.
She knew that, if they became a couple, he'd accept her limitations.
There was still a lot they could even do together without proper intercourse. He could eat her out for hours and hours, for example. That thought brought a flushed smile to her cheeks.
And she could, y'know, stroke him. It might be a little icky and uncomfortable, but she knew she could become used to it. She might even grow to like it because it was him; the man that helped her and her sister in their time of need.
Now, she didn't know about swallowing because even for a pervert like her that was a little gross…
But who knows?
Love makes people do crazy things.
She turned into the aisle and strolled up to him.
Her arms weren't crossed over her torso. Her back wasn't hunched protectively.
She was open and safe before him and that was the biggest turn on of all.
"Hi, Bobby."
He turned and that smile he gave her made an electric charge trickle down to her very core.
"Hi, Carol."
Their future was up in the air.
Whether or not she could unite with him in heart, mind, and body was unclear.
But she knew right then and there…
"Would you like to get lunch together?"
…she wanted something with the only man that could fill her dreams.
"I'd love to."
And with some luck, maybe Bobby would accept her… gay and all.
He was shivering underneath the couch as he watched those two large feet walk through the living room.
Bugle didn't know what to do!
What could he do!?
He'd only ever murdered a mouse before! And even then it was in the form of a jacket's sleeve…
But he had to do something!
Every instinct inside of his tiny, quivering body was urging him to whine and cry out for his masters to save him… and to charge out with his fangs bared and tear those feet off and savagely mangle them into a pile of confetti.
But he could do neither as his body was frozen in place.
If master and little master were there, he'd have jumped in the gap and sacrificed himself for them.
But they weren't.
So, call him a coward if you want, but Bugle thought it best to stay put and do recon.
Maybe if he could catch this monster unawares, he'd go for the jugular and not let go until its body lay cold and dead at his feet.
He watched it go to master's bedroom door and open it…
Whatever it was here for, it couldn't be good.
Francisco, Lincoln, and Ronnie Anne were watching the shop early on Saturday morning when the door was literally kicked open.
Linc's head fell in his hands as he caught sight of red.
Oh, God, why is she so embarrassing?
Lynn Miller strutted inside the shop like a rooster in the hen house. Her eyes instantly found Francisco as he was turned around and stacking cups. She felt a little flush dance along her cheeks as she turned her eyes a little lower (just a little) and thoroughly admired his ass.
And by admired she meant she was noticing how improved his muscle mass was getting. She wasn't checking him out.
She practically skipped to the counter with a dangerous smile.
"Hey~"
Linc was the only one in place to take her order. He sighed.
"What do you want, Lynn?"
She coughed.
"I'm pretty sure you're supposed to be more respectful to your customers than that. Do I need to tell Bobby how offended you made me… again?"
He sighed dramatically. How were they brother and sister?
"How may I help you, miss?" he ground out in monotone.
Lynn, with a self-satisfied smirk, nodded her head. "Thank you~ I want a grande, quad, nonfat, one-pump, no-whip, mocha."
Linc's eyebrows raised.
Like, what the hell did half of that even mean?
"Um, excuse-"
"Nope! I change my mind."
Linc growled as he scratched out the order.
"I want a venti iced skinny hazelnut macchiato, sugar-free syrup, extra shot, light ice, no whip."
He sighed as he wrote it down.
"You got that, stringbean?"
"Yep."
"Good, because I just changed my mind again~"
He gripped his head in his hand, feeling pain throb through his veins.
After a half-dozen other changes, Lynn settled on a caramel mocha, large.
Like, why the freaking heck were sisters even invented?
While he grumbled, Lynn bounced over to a chair. She sat far back in it and tipped it as much as she could before breaking her neck. She wanted to look cool~
But not for Francisco, doi!
Lynn Miller had a reputation to uphold, and that included hanging out with her fellow teammate (and sexy hunk) and looking as cool as she possible could (not in an effort to garner his attention).
Soon, Ronnie Anne stepped over with her drink and sat down in a chair right beside Lynn.
Lynn nodded her head. "Sup."
Ronnie Anne held the girl's gaze. She sometimes had a hard time believing this brass woman was her boy- uh, her friend's sister, but she knew she had to stay on her good side. At least for a little while. No one wants trouble in paradise, now do they?
"Hey, Lynn."
Lynn sniffed at the cup before pulling it from the girl's grasp.
"Thanks."
Immediately, Ronnie Anne saw that girl's eyes turn to Francisco, and she really wanted to say something about it… but she didn't want a sore arm. Sigh.
Then, she remembered their prank and an evil grin lit up her face.
"Oh, Lynn~"
The older girl turned toward her with a cautious frown. Something about that lilted voice was off-putting. Lynn didn't like it.
"What?"
Ronnie Anne schooled her features into a look of pure innocence.
"Luna said she found a box of condoms in Francisco's locker this week."
Lynn froze mid-sip.
What did she just fucking hear?
WHAT!?
"O-oh… that's interesting, I guess…" She shrugged her shoulders.
Ronnie Anne turned so her grin wouldn't be visible.
"Yeah, and then the next day she found a note that must've slipped out of his pocket…"
Lynn was leaning closer, her attention rapt and hanging on with everything she had. Her chair was twisting dangerously.
"What did it say?" she nearly whispered in need.
"Luna said he has the hots for a teammate. Been waiting to make his move on the 'girl that rescued him during a boating accident' is what she said."
Lynn's heart stopped cold-dead in her chest.
She rescued him.
He was interested… in HER!?
He bought a whole freaking box of condoms!
FOR LYNN!?
Lynn shrugged again as she turned her eyes toward the counter.
"So, what? He's a boy, ain't he? That's what they do. Fall in water. Get rescued. Buy condoms…"
She saw him look up, and for a second their eyes met. And when she saw a pink tinge on his cheeks, she knew… she freaking knew with every fiber of her being that Ortega… my timid punching bag of a teammate wants to shag me!
Her heart skipped into dangerous waters. She was terrified. She was elated! She wanted to cry. She wanted to scream in happiness!
So, she did the next best thing…
Choking on her drink, and gripping her painfully beating heart, Lynn Miller accidentally tipped herself back too far… and fell into a crumpled heap. Her hot drink crashed against the floor, but still burnt parts of her arm.
But it was ok.
Because Ortega was there, and he was cradling her head in his lap, and speaking soothing words to her ears, and warmth was filling her body.
She didn't like mushy things but being held intimately by your soon-to-be shag buddy was amazing.
She wasn't entirely sure what she wanted from him. Sex? YES! A full-on relationship that might possibly lead to marriage? Eh, Lynn didn't like to think that far ahead.
But she knew if she caught this boy cheating on her, his ass would be sent to Hell faster than he could blink… and she'd be just as faithful to him as she expected him to be with her.
She turned and nuzzled against his stomach.
This is right where she wanted to be.
He was more than a fuckbuddy. He was more than a teammate.
She'd wanted him since middle school, if not longer, and now she had (questionable?) proof that he wanted her, too.
One thing was certain, though.
Only one box of condoms?
That definitely wouldn't cut it.
Bugle crept slowly around the walls and the furniture. At one point he jumped into a stray pile of underwear, and his little brown eyes peeked out from underneath a bra cup that rested on his head like a helmet.
This monster was lurking inside master's room. It was searching through things, slowly and calculatingly.
It picked up a box.
"So, she did buy condoms. Good. I'm glad she took me seriously. Although…"
Bugle watched as the monster took out half of the contents… little square wrappers… and pulled out a thumb tack and poked a little hole in the center of each.
"There, that should make things interesting. Like Russian Roulette."
The sound of the monster's laughter made Bugle quake in fright.
Then, it was looking through master's underwear and pulled out a handful of leafy green rectangles.
"Ah, just what I was looking for."
Bugle shivered when that beast turned around…
And he couldn't help it…
He let out a very tiny whine…
"What was that?"
Oh, no…
It was coming for him…
At the park, Lana was walking down the sidewalk and admiring all the wildlife. Well, what wildlife could be found in their town anyway. A family of squirrels in a tree. A colony of termites under that wooden post. A few dogs were lined up and sniffing each other. Hello! Nice to meet you! Sniff. It's nice to meet you, too! Sniff.
Lana chuckled as she came up to a bench and sat down.
She was meeting Lola today, and they were going to talk a little before heading over to the shop for some hopefully-free hot chocolate.
She swung her legs back and forth, humming a merry tune.
"Ugh, you sound like a screechy cat."
Lana chuckled as she turned.
Lola sat down and folded her hands in her lap. Then, she turned.
And the two smiled at each other and laughed.
"It's nice to see you, Lola."
Lana was smiling beautifully, nearly sparkling.
"I guess it's nice see you, too, Lana."
Lola sighed dramatically, but couldn't shake the grin from her cheeks.
Lana spoke, "So, how do you think you did on the math test Friday?"
Lola shrugged. "Much better than you, I'm sure."
Lana reached out and poked her friend's shoulder; something she knew irritated the girl.
Lola growled. "Stop it."
Lana's grinned fell sideways as she leaned closer.
Poke.
"Seriously, Lana."
Poke.
"I said stop it!"
Lana's grin was unshakeable. She could see Lola's hidden smile, her amusement at being defied.
"As the princess commands."
Lola huffed and stuck her chin in the air, closing her eyes in a dignified manner.
"Good. It's time you learnt your proper place-"
Lana suddenly jumped on the girl, toppling them onto the grass.
"Lana!"
And then, she dug her fingers into Lola's sides and tickled the girl until she was shrieking in laughter and tears.
"Sta-ah-ah-ahp it, La-na!"
Lana relented only after Lola couldn't breathe and was red in the cheeks and was threatening to murder her three times over.
She leant up and looked down on the girl.
Lola was smiling and catching her breath, a few tears still on her cheek.
"You're welcome, miss stick-up-her-butt."
Lola growled and pushed her friend over.
"Eff you, too, Lana."
The girls laughed together and their hands inched across the grass until they met and clasped together.
They didn't know much about each other's home life; just that they both needed a friend.
Lana turned on her side and looked at her best friend.
The girl was annoying and bratty, but smart and funny.
She was glad to have Lola as a friend.
And Lola, it seemed, was glad to have her, too.
Lana got up and dusted her pants off. Then, she turned and offered the girl a hand.
"Ready to go and beg for free drinks?"
Lola grabbed that hand and stood up.
"You just use those puppy dog eyes, Lana, and let me do all the talking."
Lana grinned as she walked in time with her best friend.
"Yes, ma'am."
Bugle was running faster than he'd ever ran in his life.
Over top of things.
Under things.
Zigzagging.
Crouching.
Dodging.
Hiding.
Begging.
Praying.
But it was all for nothing.
That monster was laughing as it picked Bugle up by the scruff of his neck.
"I got you."
The will was read.
Maggie was given two options in her father's testament.
Accept her destiny as owner of the company…
…or surrender her shares in exchange for a very generous inheritance.
She didn't need to think as she signed her name beside the second choice.
The lawyer promised to have the business finished by the end of next week, and Maggie thanked him.
She went to her room and packed everything she needed.
As she stepped through the living room, she saw a picture on the wall of her and her father. She was a little girl and sitting on his lap. He was smiling and patting her hair.
It brought a tear to her eye and she took it with her.
By the moaning she was hearing, Maggie figured mother wouldn't notice it was gone anyway.
In a few short hours, she was completely unpacked and sitting in her new apartment. It, thankfully, already had furniture, but just the bare minimum. There was a single bed and just a chair in the living room. But, then again, it wasn't like Maggie was expecting company, was she?
Her mind drifted to a swirly-ponytailed beauty, and she corrected herself. She didn't know when she'd be expecting company.
So, she went about cleaning the apartment with the help of Mrs. Woodhouse, whom stopped by for a friendly greeting and some juicy gossip about a longtime renter and a middle-aged man running off and possibly eloping that morning.
Maggie nodded and smiled when appropriate, but she didn't honestly care too much about the details.
She missed the words Alfred and former-butler, for example.
When she was done, it was mid-morning and she decided it was time to get her sticky-note.
She'd been smiling and feeling giddy as of late. And even though her heart still mourned for her father, she was relieved to be free of her shackles. There was no pressure to be perfect. There was no disrespecting memories. It was just Maggie. Just Maggie and a fresh start.
She had enough money to go a long time without needing a job, but she was going to start looking very soon anyway.
She had all the time that wasn't taken up by her classes to do whatever she wanted.
After her trip to the coffee shop, she was going to buy food… and google how to cook… and pray she doesn't set the home on fire because, uh, she was never taught how to cook.
But, it's ok! Maybe she'd discover a secret passion for making waffles or something.
She giggled as she started toward her destination…
…toward a new life with all the sexy Luan she could possibly want~
Bugle was whimpering and squirming as that monster opened the window.
No! I could die from this height! Please, let me go!
The monster laughed as it held Bugle out the window and above his doom.
"Goodbye, pest~"
Noooo!
Bugle was falling.
He closed his eyes.
He was going to die.
I'm sorry, masters. I've failed you.
Luan popped into work after Lynn's dramatic scene, and she had to sit and listen to Ronnie Anne's devious whispers and juicy gossip.
She could only sigh because seriously, Ronnie Anne, you're just like her.
The girl made fun of Lynn, but she eyed the woman's brother like a child does a candy store.
Luan was willing to bet that if someone dropped the two into a cage and promised Ronnie Anne that no one would know what they were doing, the girl would be on that boy faster than the Tasmanian Devil rips and shreds everything in its path. There'd be no saving the boy's innocence. It'd be gone. Poof. And Ronnie Anne would claim it and claim it, over and over again.
Speaking of innocence…
Maggie just stepped in the door, and Luan had a fresh grin on her cheeks.
"Hello, Maggie~"
The gloomy woman was blushing openly; not even trying to hide it.
"Hi, Luan."
Where was that hostility at? Could it be that she'd fallen victim to Luan's charms?
"What'll you have?"
Maggie looked into her eyes.
You.
"You know what I want."
Luan chuckled.
I hope it's actually me…
"Yes, I do, Mags."
After she paid, Maggie kinda stayed around for a little bit.
Luan noticed and smiled.
"Hey, uh, would you… would you like to come around and watch me make your drink?"
Oh, Bobby would kill her… right after congratulating her, of course. Good thing he wasn't in that day~
Maggie hummed. "Sure."
Luan stepped aside and let her in, and the two walked over to the coffee machine.
She urged Maggie in front, and she stepped behind.
Maggie was flushed and blushing furiously. She could feel Luan's shoes against hers. Her warmth surrounded her like a blanket. Her breath was puffing against her shoulder. Her arms were stretched around her sides toward the machine.
Maggie died. She'd died and gone to heaven.
Luan's lips were near her ear.
"Just press the button and it'll pour out your coffee."
Maggie leant toward that warm air caressing her ear until she felt two lips graze her lobe. A small, silent whimper came out of her mouth.
"Am I doing it right?"
Her hand was trembling, pressing the wrong buttons, and making a small mess.
She shivered as Luan's breathless chuckle filled her head like a drug.
"No, silly. Let me help…"
Luan's hands rested on the back of her palms, and they guided Maggie to the right button. They grabbed one of her fingers and pressed it to the correct button. Boiling hot coffee fell into her cup at the same time that raging arousal was pooling in Maggie's loins.
Maggie turned just a little, and Luan's smiling lips were there. So kissable. So tasty and sweet.
"Do you need any more help, Mags?"
Yes, yes she did.
She turned a little more until her arms could rest comfortably on Luan's hips.
She had a fever in her body and she needed the clown doctor to give her the antidote.
She leant in just a little closer.
She heard Luan's breath hitch, but the woman didn't pull away.
Her hands gripped Luan's hips tighter and held the woman still as her lips crept closer and closer to their target.
She could feel their breaths intermingling between them.
And then, Francisco stepped out from the back.
"Oh, come on! Are you kidding me? You've gone too far, Luan!"
Maggie's blush was sudden and she pressed her face into Luan's chest to hide her shame.
She was in freaking public! What was she? A whore like her mother!?
Oh, God…
Luan growled as her arm instinctually settled around Maggie's shaking shoulders, holding the girl protectively.
"Step off, Ortega, or I'll tell Lynn about those condoms you bought."
A brunette patron's ears perked up instantly at that…
He hissed. "What freaking condoms!? I didn't buy any condoms!"
Their world shattered as Lynn screeched, "You, asshole! You want to fuck me without protection!?"
His face drained of all color as the girl was suddenly there, lifting him against the wall until his feet dangled.
"W-w-wait, Lynn! I-I…"
There were tears in her hysterical face.
"I'm only nineteen years old, prick! That's too young to have your baby! …even though it'd be the best baby to ever be born!"
He squeaked as she suddenly dropped him to the ground.
When he looked up she was biting her lip and leaning toward him.
"But if that's how you really feel about me… maybe instead of protection, we should use the ring instead?"
His heart stopped as she held her hand out, emphasizing her third finger.
"What!?" Was he losing his mind?
She arched forward and pressed her chest against him, slipping a leg between his.
His face was flushing fast and hard.
"Don't be shy, Ortega. I know you want me. I know you watch me change into my uniform…"
Her fingers were walking up his arm and goosebumps exploded across his flesh.
He thought he was sneaky! He'd never have kept doing it if she'd caught him!
Oh, God, that's why she started posing in the locker room!
He was such an idiot.
He gulped and tried to speak, but words didn't come. He tried to squirm away but then Lynn's hands were on his shoulders, pinning him to the wall.
He looked over to Luan for help, but the older woman was blushing and had her eyes turned away.
Oh, things were looking grim for him. If no one did anything to stop Lynn, he'd be as good as fucked… literally! Which was bad because, honest to God, he seriously didn't have any condoms!
But then, Lynn pulled away and gave him space.
Faster than he could blink, her lips claimed his for a chaste kiss, and then she was halfway to the exit.
"I'll see you at practice on Monday!"
His hand touched his lips. Did that really just happen?
"And, Francisco?"
He looked up and his heart skipped at her lidded-lustful eyes.
"Bring your safety gear with you~"
The boy walked back to the breakroom. He sat down in a chair. And he fainted.
Meanwhile, Luan and Maggie were recovering from their shock and embarrassment.
Maggie was rubbing her arm.
Luan was rubbing her neck.
Neither was looking at the other.
Then, Maggie's eyes slowly turned at the same time that Luan's did; and when they met, the two shared a laugh.
Maggie asked Luan if she'd like to do something that evening.
Luan accepted with a teasing smile.
Maggie asked Luan for her phone number.
Luan gave it without hesitation.
When Maggie left the shop near lunchtime, she figured her life couldn't get any better.
It was like the stars had aligned on that fateful Saturday… setting it aside to be a day of love.
Bleeding, aching, and crying for his masters, Bugle was sprawled on a fire escape platform.
His baroos were growing weaker as his vision became darker.
But he couldn't stop fighting.
If he stopped, he was going to die.
His tired eyes saw two kids walk toward him…
He heard them throw stones at the ladder, knocking it down to the ground…
With one last breath, Bugle begged his masters to forgive him.
And then, all was dark.
Fun Facts:
One of the reasons this chapter was so long was because I needed more character interactions to stretch out Bugle's story~
The fanfictions that Carol was thinking about were (the straight gay that falls in love with a gay woman) Alone, Together by Failte200, one of the highest rated Kigo fics, and (the gay woman that deals with learning her love interest is a hermaphrodite) The Kingdom by Texas Red Rose, the sequel to Scheherazade and Sultan, Elsanna fics. These are amazing reads that I highly recommend.
Yeah... Lynn's coffee order were found on a Huffington Post article I found online. I don't know what half of those terms mean in the context of coffee, haha.
That scene where Maggie grips Luan and leans in, only to get caught and turns super embarrassed? That was inspired by CoyoteRom's In the Moment (deviantart).
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