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A Woman After My Own Heart	By : AberrantScript Category: +G through L > The Loud House Views: 3846 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 11
- 12
- 13
Author's Notes:
If you find yourself having a "What the f***?" moment, just keep it in until you read my notes at the bottom, haha.
Disclaimer: The Loud House Copyright Nickelodeon (2017); Urgent (1981) and Cold As Ice (1977) by Foreigner
Chapter 12: Night of Comfort
"Sit."
Luan's ponytail hung in surrender as the girl went to the mattress and sat down.
Mr. Grouse stood above her, looking down on her, sneering and leering at her body without any shame.
"I'm gonna take a leak. I want you naked when I get back."
That swirly ponytail bobbed as her head nodded.
As he turned and walked away, Luan forced herself to take a breath.
She took every thought of Maggie… and threw them away.
She took every thought of Lana… and threw them away.
The happiness she felt at the coffee shop; the embrace of a furry pup licking her face; the fond memories she had of her parents; her best friend, Luna… She took everything…
And emptied herself until she was nothing but a body.
A body for him to look at… to touch… to bruise and make bleed… to fuck.
Her fingers unconsciously went to her shirt and popped open the top button, and then the second, and then the third…
She closed her eyes to keep herself from crying.
She turned her head to the floor.
She uttered a silent prayer to God… that if her parents could see her right then… that he'd turn their eyes away from her sin.
She parted her shirt, revealing her plain, rough-looking bra and her porcelain, pure torso.
Tears came then… because she wanted to wait. She wanted it to be with someone special… s-s-someone l-like Maggie!
She took another breath and clenched her fists…
And when she opened her eyes, there was no soul in them.
She felt a buzz in her pants pocket, and for one second she felt hope…
But then she saw Leni's name appear on the screen and she knew it was all over.
Maggie had failed her.
There was no hope.
She laid the phone aside as she stood up and unbuttoned her pants.
As she bent forward, sticking her butt out to ease her pants down her hips, she heard the phone start rhythmically vibrating for a call.
One thin ankle slipped out of the legs; and then the other.
She heard yet another buzz as her fingers automatically went to the clasp at her back, and she popped it loose… dropping her bra to the ground.
She sat back down and removed her socks.
And as she put her fingers in her panties, she heard yet another buzz, and Luan snapped.
She reached out for her phone and her finger immediately went to the power button…
But her body stilled when she saw the message preview light up the blank screen.
"It's Maggie. I've found you an apartment where Leni lives. I've talked to the landlady. It's yours. Please answer."
Luan blinked.
She blinked stupidly.
She… she actually did it?
It wasn't a dream?
Her world shattered when she heard the toilet flush and a sink start running.
She didn't have time to do much…
In a flash, she threw on her shirt, leaving it unbuttoned, and slipped her phone in the shirt pocket…
And she grabbed that box of condoms.
She grimaced, feeling dirty just touching them.
But she couldn't stand the thought of him extorting another woman… or even a girl… with something she had bought.
With one hand clutching the sides of her shirt together right above her breasts…
Luan ran.
Leni was getting nervous just watching Maggie pace wildly around her apartment.
Into the kitchen.
Back into the living room.
Into the bathroom.
Over into the kitchen again.
Carol and Leni didn't have a huge apartment. Sure, it was big enough to house four people… what with two bedrooms and all… but the way Maggie was walking fast and randomly really made Leni see how small it was.
"Is everything ok, Maggie?"
Leni knew her name because she's whom Mrs. Woodhouse was talking about before they were interrupted. She was a good old lady… but a gossip to a fault. Sigh.
Maggie froze in place in the doorway to the bathroom. She turned toward Leni and couldn't stop the tremors from showing in her body.
"I-I can't reach Luan."
Leni stood and walked over.
"Did you try calling?"
Maggie nodded as she felt a warm hand touch upon her shoulder.
"Y-yeah."
Leni sighed.
"You have to have hope, Maggie."
Maggie looked up with scared eyes into Leni's warm blues.
Leni smiled and sang:
"Cause every little thing gonna be alright~"
Luan made it to her door and tried the handle.
It was locked!
And she'd left her keys back in her pants.
Oh, no…
"Lana! Let me in!"
Slam! Slam! Slam!
"Summers!"
A cold chill ran up her spine as she turned and saw him coming up the steps… creeping toward her…
With something shiny and metal in his hand.
No…
She slammed on the door again.
"LANA! OPEN THE DOOR!"
She saw his sinister grin widen as he cocked the hammer, inching his way toward her without a hurry in the world.
Each thud of his cane upon the ground paralyzed her in fear… thinking it was a gunshot aimed for her heart.
Just then, the door opened.
"What is it, Lu-"
Luan pushed her sister aside and hurriedly locked the door.
"Go to the fire escape, Lana!"
Lana picked herself up off the ground with a frustrated groan.
"What's going on, sis?"
When Luan turned to her there were tears in her hysterical eyes.
"Just go! Run to the coffee shop and wait for me!"
Lana's eyes widened when she heard a fist slamming on the door, but she didn't stick around for long.
She jumped out the window, onto the fire escape, and was gone.
Luan shouldered the door to keep him out… to buy her sister time…
But then she heard keys jingling…
Her lock was turning…
She tried to hold him back, but he was much, much stronger…
She backed away slowly toward the middle of the living room as he locked the door behind him and slowly walked toward her.
On the end of his barrel was something long and black, and with startling realization she knew he intended to kill her if she didn't give him what he wanted…
And no one would ever even know about it.
Her eyes darted to the window.
They lived on the third story…
Her eyes looked at his gun and smiling face.
"Are you ready now, Summers?"
Her head shook side to side as she crept closer to the window…
He huffed.
"Tis a shame. You woulda been a good fuck."
Luan didn't see him raise the gun up…
All she could see was the open air before her…
As she jumped from the fire escape and prayed for the best.
Ronnie Anne and Lincoln were lucky that Saturday because Bobby let them have overtime.
Everyone else was suddenly busy, and with him being urgently needed elsewhere, he'd asked the two to stay until closing time.
It was close to seven-thirty when Linc's brown eyes looked over at his best friend… as she was bending over and cleaning the underside of a table.
He couldn't help it.
She was his best friend, had known him since they were in diapers, and hadn't thrown him away no matter how weird he was.
She wasn't just the best woman in his life; she was the best person he'd ever met.
He loved her with all his heart.
He grimaced as his pants started getting a little tight though…
Ronnie Anne's cute butt was wiggling in the air, side to side, up and down, forward and back… good Lord, that must be a really tight place she's trying to-
And there he goes. Boner-mode activated!
He loved her as a person; he loved her dearly and would do anything for her.
But, God, he found her so attractive he could barely sleep without dreaming of her soft lips, those hands that loved to smack his butt, that chest that was a little on the small side but was still maturing, her long, smooth legs… and, good-golly-gosh, her eyes! He'd never seen anything more beautiful than her eyes when they're full of mischief~
He gulped as his hand went into his pocket… and his fingers grazed a little square packet.
He honestly hated himself so much for even asking the school nurse for it…
But he loved the gorgeous woman. She tantalized his every sense and all aspects of his personality. She was perfect for him.
And… and he was kinda hoping the next time Luna tore into him for having sex with his co-worker-slash-best friend…
That they really did deserve the tongue-lashing.
Ronnie Anne was smirking as she kept cleaning even though she didn't need to. She knew his eyes were on her butt. She had caught him sneaking peeks at her chest as she reached way up high for something; at her legs as she walked by.
At first she was angry with him for being a pervert.
But it didn't take long for her to realize… that he wasn't acting like a "normal" boy would.
He wasn't propositioning her for sex. He wasn't trying to pick her up with stupid lines and horrible manners. He wasn't even trying to be obvious with his leers!
As many times as she'd caught him looking at her body, she'd also caught him looking straight into her eyes and talking to her like she was still his best friend.
It didn't take too much thought to piece that boy together.
He was probably confused, worried, and scared.
What they had was built on fifteen years of friendship. They did everything together. When he had his first wet dream, she was sleeping with him in a makeshift fort "for old time's sake" and woke up to something extremely icky and gross on their shared blanket. When she had her first period and freaked out as blood ran down her thighs, he was the only one in the house; he'd calmed her, fetched towels, got her new clothes, and stayed with her until she was ok. And yeah, when they were in ninth grade and taking the state-mandated health class, they had more questions than their books would provide answers for… and they explored (only a little bit!) each other's bodies until their curiosities were satisfied.
She could see where he was coming from. Relationships were frightening.
What if it didn't work out?
But sometimes she caught him looking at her hands… she'd see his fingers twitch like they were begging to twine with hers… and when his eyes would turn to hers, she'd see a glimmer of hope shimmering behind his deep brown irises.
Honestly, Ronnie Anne didn't think she could find a better man than Lincoln Miller.
She didn't want to find another man.
She already had the best there was, and that was that.
So, she'd mentally decided to start giving him signals that she was ok with him seeing her in a sexual way. And she'd let herself start looking at him, too.
Lincoln was an angel that she was willing to corrupt, and she kept waiting for that single moment when he couldn't take anymore and he'd need her more than he'd ever needed anything before!
She sighed.
She was hoping it'd be really soon, but she figured she might have to wait a little longer.
Oh, well…
She wiggled her butt exaggeratedly as she backed up; arching her chest upward as she slowly raised and turned toward Lincoln.
It was really fun to tease her best friend~
Lincoln gulped as his eyes went wide and his face turned red and- Oh, gosh, she saw me looking!
Ronnie Anne had on a cheshire grin as she stalked toward her prey.
"Why are you blushing, Lincoln?"
He turned away and tried to take a step, but she curled around him like a fox. She placed an arm on both sides of him on the counter, trapping him.
"N-n-nothing, Ronnie Anne."
Just then, a song began playing randomly from the speakers like a hand of fate.
"You're not shy~"
She stepped closer until only a hair's breadth existed between their bodies.
"You get around."
Linc's breath caught as her lips almost touched his as she pressed closer to him.
"You wanna fly!"
She batted her eyelashes at him as she relished in his shocked expression. "What were you looking at, Linc?"
"Don't want your feet on the ground~"
He gulped, feeling scared and extremely aroused. "N-n-nothing, Ronnie A-Anne."
"You stay up!"
She pushed her foot forward, bumping into his, and she curled her chest against his beating heart. "Are you sure you weren't… looking at my ass?"
"You won't come down."
He closed his eyes, waiting for her to punch his nose in. His spine tingled when he felt her nose bump into his, her hot exhale puff against his lips. Her hands moved to his back, gripping his shirt.
"You wanna live!"
Her lidded eyes were only inches in front of his, so heady with desire. "Do you want me, Lincoln?"
"You wanna move to the sound~"
She rolled her hips into him, her groin brushing up against his erection; and there was no way he could deny how attracted he was to her.
"Got fire!"
Her lips rested upon his, parting so she could speak into his mouth. "Do you want to make love to me? Do you want to part my legs and ravish me?"
"In your veins~"
He instinctually pressed forward against her lips and he could feel her teasing smile as she pulled away.
"Burning hot!"
She turned around and looked at him from over her shoulder as she sauntered to the coffee machine. "You love me, Lincoln."
"But you don't feel the pain~"
She arched her chest downward as she braced her arms on the counter, her long hair falling toward the ground like a silken, black curtain. "So, why don't you make me yours?"
"Your desire…"
He breathed in to keep his brain from dying. And then, he took a step toward her.
"Is insane~"
Her body shuddered as his hands grabbed her hips. He'd touched her a million times before… but never so sexual, so needy… as he squeezed her and used his feet to spread her legs wider.
"You can't stop!"
Lincoln's hand moved into his pocket and Ronnie Anne's eyes darkened with a raging fire as she saw him pull out a condom.
"Until you do it again~"
Her eyes watched as he popped the button on his jeans and he slowly tugged his zipper down.
This was it. She finally had him in her claws. Her best friend; the man she loved; the dork that stole her dolly when she was four years old and she socked him in the mouth… her very first memory~
The stereo skipped over a scratch, not that they noticed.
"You say it's urgent."
Her eyes glistened with desire as she saw his plain underwear peak into view… as her own fingers popped her own button free, pulled her own zipper down…
"So urgent~"
Linc's hands were soon on her panty-clad hips; and she shivered as his fingers hooked in her underwear; her pants tugged down to mid-thigh…
"So u-u-urgent~"
She closed her eyes and fought the urge to hide her embarrassment as the cool air flowed across her bare sex, wet arousal, waiting for him… visible to her best friend's awestruck eyes…
"Just wait and see… how urgent my love can be!"
She saw his fingers dance on that wrapper; she heard a tiny ripping sound…
"It's urgent!"
And then the front door opened, and the two hurriedly jumped apart and righted their clothes.
Thank goodness they were behind the counter!
Ronnie Anne took her place by the cash register and grimaced… her thighs were slishing together… and now that her arousal was slowly dying, it felt disgusting rather than hot.
Sigh...
She, however, was surprised to see Lana Summers run toward her, breathless and pale.
"Uh, are you ok?"
Lana looked at her; her hands on her knees and her back bent as her chest heaved for air.
"S-sister… huh-hah… man… ha-help…"
Ronnie Anne sighed as she came around and bent down to the girl's level.
"Get your breath and then tell me."
Lana shook her head and pointed outside.
"Go… now… im-hah-portant…"
Lincoln came around and tilted his head in thought.
"Is something wrong with Luan?"
Lana looked at him with wide eyes and nodded.
The two teens internally recoiled.
Ronnie Anne reached out and touched the girl's arm, getting her attention.
"What's wrong?"
Lana looked at her pleadingly, and pointed more urgently.
"Man… in apartment…"
Their hearts stopped as they looked at each other.
"Lincoln, go. I'll watch Lana."
He was already rushing to the door, his body filled with purpose, his mind filled with worry, and his heart praying that he wasn't too late.
Ronnie Anne had gotten Lana's side of the story, and she was no idiot.
She knew what the man wanted; what Luan was going to his apartment to do.
It sickened her; her stomach churning nauseatingly.
And the longer they waited, the worse Lana became. When she caught her breath, she huddled close to Ronnie Anne. But it made her miss Luan's embrace, and tears started to fall. And don't let anyone else know about this, but Ronnie Anne always had a soft spot for kids.
Her arms went around that twelve-year-old frightened girl, she laid her chin atop that dorky red ball cap, and she crushed her with warmth and security.
Lana's sniffles continued, but the tears had paused.
Ronnie Anne didn't expect the girl to turn in her arms and hug her back, but she smiled warmly as she gave it all she had.
But for all the affection she was doling out to this little angel, she couldn't fight the growing rush of anger inside her chest; like a mother bear standing over her threatened young…
In twenty minutes, the door opened and the two watched as Lincoln helped Luan in. She was limping a little on her left leg, but the thing that really stood out to Ronnie Anne…
Was how Lincoln was in his undies, and Luan was wearing his pants.
Ronnie Anne looked at her best friend's eyes, and they spoke to each other swiftly and silently. Her love for him grew unimaginably that day…
But so did her hatred for an unknown man.
Her eyes darkened; her mind plotted…
These misfits were the only family that Ronnie Anne truly had.
On the outside she was concerned frowns and hurried words and sweet comfort; but on the inside she was smiling like the Devil.
Because when you fuck with her family, she might just turn around and kill you.
Bugle blinked his tired eyes open and looked around.
The walls weren't white anymore.
He slowly stood up on shaky paws.
Ow!
He limped on one of his back paws. He looked between his legs and whimpered when he saw a great white rock on his leg. It irritated him like a cage… a scratchy yuck cage!
His wide, hopeless eyes looked to the ceiling… to the heavens… to God's very throne, and he wailed for help.
"Barooo! Barooooo!"
All he wanted was his masters! All he needed was to be there to protect them and love them!
He could barely sleep because he kept having the same nightmares over and over again… of that monster coming when he's not there and eating his masters. Going for big master's legs and when she's fallen and paralyzed in fear, and screaming, "Save me, Bugle!" the monster goes for her neck and bleeds her out until she doesn't scream anymore.
And then, it turns and herds little master into a corner; and he can see her with her red cap, quivering and shaking and crying, "Bugle, please help me!" and suddenly the monster raises its large foot and squashes her like a bug, and leans down to lick up her body from the floor.
It terrified him; and it also broke his tiny little heart.
"Barooooo!"
There had to be a way to get out and rescue them!
He ran toward a window but his leg hurt so badly he stumbled and fell on his face.
And now his jaw was hurting, too.
What did he ever do to deserve this fate?
What kind of plan for his life was this?
He was meant to be their guardian; to die for them vicariously and instantly if need be.
But he was trapped in someone else's home…
And there was no way out.
He heard noise and turned to the door.
He saw two teens walk in and sit down at a table.
The one was covered in freckles and wild red hair; a boy.
The other wore gothic clothes and had straightened black hair covering her eyes; a girl.
And then, a woman stepped in and he recognized her as the angel from his dreams that had saved his life.
He padded softly over to her.
He desperately wanted to get out and save his family.
But you don't meet an angel but maybe once in a lifetime…
And he worshipped her ankle with his scratchy, pink tongue until she was such a giggling mess she nearly stepped on him!
Mrs. Woodhouse stood in her living room with wide eyes.
Before her, Maggie was standing to the side; her arms crossed over her chest and her eyes worried.
On the other side, a young girl was shaking and fearful.
And in the center, in just a button up shirt and men's jeans, was Luan the electrician.
Her aged eyes turned to Maggie. "This is the woman you were talking about?"
Maggie nodded stiffly.
Mrs. Woodhouse turned back to Luan. "Is Maggie that girl-"
At Luan's blush and hurried wave of a hand, that was all the confirmation she needed.
"I see~"
Her lips quirked into a grin as she motioned to the door with her hand.
"Can I and Luan have some privacy? We need to talk before any decisions are made."
Maggie nodded and promptly left.
Lana, though, didn't want to leave. She was sick and tired of putting her trust in other people and watching it blow up in their faces!
She latched onto her sister and wouldn't go until Luan was kneeling and looking in her eyes.
Luan's hand caressed the scared girl's cheek, and she smiled. "It's ok. You can trust Miss Frost and Mrs. Woodhouse."
Lana still didn't want to go, though.
Luan's smile didn't falter as she stood and led her sister to the door. "You can wait at the door and try to listen in, if you'd like. That way you'll be able to hear if I need help."
Lana looked at her and gave up with a sigh. It wasn't what she was wanting, but it'd do for now. After the day she was having, she wouldn't be above tossing an assassin disguised as a frail old lady out the window and watching her splat against the cars below. And then blow a raspberry at her in spite.
Lana stepped through the door and sat down against the wall.
She looked at the shady woman near her and sniffed.
She didn't see what was so special about this "Miss Frost," but Luan trusted her… so, that must mean something, right?
Mrs. Woodhouse was humming as she poured sugar honey sweet tea into two mugs, popping in a couple ice cubes each.
"What a twist of fate this turned out to be. Eh, Luan?"
The woman was sitting down and trying to regain her bearings.
Her heart was still jittery from fear… her body was still trying to catch up with the fact that she was safe.
She blinked when a drink was held out to her. She took it and gave herself a long, pleasing sip of heavenly nectar. Feeling better, she lifted her eyes and tried to smile. "Yeah, it's been an interesting day."
That was the understatement of the week.
"So, what did you want to ask me in private?"
Mrs. Woodhouse sat back down and settled herself. She took a swig of her tea and smiled fondly at the woman before her.
"I simply wanted you to know that I don't have any apartments available."
Luan froze mid-sip.
"B-but, Maggie, s-s-she said you did!"
That sly old woman's smile quirked a little on one side, like she was trying to keep herself from smirking.
"Well, she wasn't exactly lying… but she didn't tell you the whole truth."
Luan leaned forward, attentive and apprehensive.
"What didn't she tell me?"
Mrs. Woodhouse reached out a hand to touch Luan's own quivering one.
"I didn't have an apartment open. So, she's giving you hers."
Luan's mouth fell open and her heart twinged weirdly; like it was undecidedly happy, anxious, and scared that Maggie would do such a thing for her.
When she spoke next, her voice was thick with emotion.
"Why would she do that for us?"
Mrs. Woodhouse squeezed her hand.
"Why don't you ask her, Luan? I don't think it's my place to tell you the answer."
Things were pretty solemn as Carol stepped into Bobby's little apartment.
The place was a bit unkempt, but not exactly off-putting. Though that was the last thing on their minds.
Carol sat down on the couch and fisted her hands on her lap.
In that place where she knew her heart should be there was a big gaping hole, and she didn't know how to fix it.
Losing someone you care so deeply for was a terrible thing to feel…
But sharing that pain made it a little easier.
Seeing it weigh down the shoulders of your best friend wasn't the greatest thing to witness, but she knew he saw the same in her.
And when one began to falter, the other was there to let them lean on a shoulder.
Bobby went into another one to make his call, and that gave Carol time to breathe and process what had happened.
Well, she would've had time if Bobby hadn't have come right back.
She looked at him. She would have asked a question, but nothing sounded right.
He sat down beside and didn't speak.
She looked at his fisted hands, how his knuckles were white and trembling. Her eyes drifted up to his face and she saw his set jaw and throbbing vein.
Her hand reached out and touched his shoulder, and finally he looked at her.
"I called both of them."
Her fingers rubbed against his shirt sleeve, soothing the skin beneath it.
He sighed, feeling his heart ache that much more…
"And they both told me they were too busy to talk and told me to schedule an appointment."
Her fingers slid to his biceps and she caressed him gently, softly.
Bobby leaned back and let his heart mourn once again.
When Carol saw his eyes grow teary hers became hot and wet as well.
Mutually, instinctually, they leaned toward each other until her head was tucked between his shoulder and his ear.
Her fingers had caressed a soothing path all the way to his hand, where they gripped his for closeness and warmth.
As the hours slowly past, they talked a little bit and cried a bit more.
As night began to fall, Bobby made no move to get off the couch, and Carol had no intention of leaving.
When she heard his breathing even out and a light, irritating snore start up, she leaned away and looked at him. He appeared so peaceful and content as his sleep took him away from the pain in his heart. She ran her fingers through his hair and she sighed.
With tender carefulness, she laid him down on the couch.
Then, she knelt before him and closed her eyes, listening to him breathe.
She let her hand reach out and twine with his.
No matter what would happen, they would always have each other.
No matter what pain they felt or tragedy befell them, they'd be there to help the other through.
When she felt herself begin to drift away, she slid back onto the couch and laid down with her back to him.
His arm curled almost instantly around her waist and pulled her to him tightly.
And there in that moment, as sleep took her away from the pain and heartbreak, she felt as much contentment as her broken soul would allow.
Luna and Sam were walking down a sidewalk as evening was swiftly turning to night.
Needless to say, the movie was a success!
They'd bought one popcorn and a drink. One drink.
Sam had said she wasn't thirsty, but halfway through the film she really wanted something and wow, look, there's a drink right here! Can I have some, Luna~? Please~
She batted her long eyelashes at Luna, and the younger woman instantly felt her heart start galloping around a pasture like a free and wild stallion: it was ready to mate~
She handed that drink over-
And Sam's lidded eyes looked right into hers as she took that straw between her teeth and suckled on it like a baby. She let go with a slight, breathless pop and handed it back… and Luna was dazed as she saw how wet the straw was…
When she popped that straw in her own mouth and tasted her Sam (or, rather, imagined she could) for the very first time, her thighs squirmed together in ecstasy.
Gosh, that was the hottest thing Luna had ever seen and done.
And then, Sam raised an arm to stretch, way up in the air, and casually let it fall back behind Luna's shoulders.
Luna knew she was freaking smiling like the cat that got the canary; a whole feather sticking out of her guilty mouth and everything!
Luna really wanted to make the girl her very extra special friend.
Sam very much wanted to make Luna hers.
And as they walked back to Luna's apartment (Sam offered to walk her home), the younger girl began twirling and dancing as Sam watched with a hand covering up her giggling mouth.
It was chilly, and for some reason the first song that popped into Luna's mind was-
"You're as cold as ice."
Sam laughed. "Really, that is what you're gonna sing on a first date?"
Both girl's spines tingled pleasantly. Because it was a first date… meaning there'd be more… lots more~
Luna spun a merry circle with her arms stretched out, winking at her companion for the evening.
"You're willing to sacrifice our love~"
Sam's brow arched challengingly. "Oh, our love, eh?"
Luna was blushing now, but she didn't stop as she stuck her tongue out defiantly.
"You never take advice."
Sam chuckled. "That's cause I am always right, and you should learn that now while you're ahead."
Luna was giggling now as she pranced over on happy feet. "Sure thing, boss~" And she grabbed Sam's hands and twirled her into her next spinning dance.
"Someday you'll pay the price, I know…"
The girls nearly toppled over a bench, but Luna jerked Sam away just in the nick of time; and Sam landed roughly against Luna's breasts, squeezed tightly; their faces only inches apart.
Her eyes growing darker, lidded, Luna continued, "I've seen it before; it happens all the time…"
Feeling provoked and thoroughly teased, Sam decided to give her payback. Wrapping her arms around Luna to keep her in place, she opened her lips and sang, "You're closing a door; you leave the world behind…"
That heavenly voice washed over Luna and she was finished. Her body nearly fell slack; her lips moved closer to their rightful home; her foot slid between Sam's shoes.
Together, they sang, "You're digging for gold; yet, throwing away… a fortune in feelings, but someday you'll pay!"
Their lips were so close it almost counted for a kiss.
Luna wanted to lean in and finish what she'd started…
Sam really needed to slip a hand behind Luna's neck and pull her down for such a kiss the girl wouldn't be able to walk home with her thighs closed~
But a kid on a bike went by and the noise threw off the mood.
Luna leaned back a little and looked away.
Sam let her go, but kept her arms around her. She enjoyed this moment and didn't want it to end. After all, the mood might strike back up at any second!
Luna sighed when she saw the moon peeking over a building.
"That song sometimes makes me think of Lori. You know her, right?"
She didn't look at Sam, but Sam nodded her head anyway.
Luna continued, "It's hard not to know who Lori is…" She turned in Sam's arms and looked at the girl with dimmed eyes. "She doesn't like gays, at all. Or… anyone, really."
Sam didn't know why the mood was turning somber, but she rubbed Luna's back as the woman kept talking.
"I mean, yeah, there's gonna be people out there that don't like it, and yay for them and all that… but, I don't know… w-what happened to Carol was awful."
Sam's eyes widened a little. Her mind was working and piecing the fragments together.
Luna's glistening eyes blinked at Sam before she turned away. She didn't think she could look at this girl as she laid her heart on the line…
In a low, subdued voice, "I was scared for the longest time that the same thing would happen to me."
Sam's breath paused for a second before it continued once again. So that was why Luna was always so skittish around her.
And here, Sam thought she'd given plenty of signals to show her interest in Luna. Apparently, not.
Sam smiled as she squeezed Luna tighter to her chest. "Obviously, you were wrong."
Luna, blushing at the closeness and amazing feeling of their breasts smooshing and squishing together in a comforting and arousing way, stuck her tongue out childishly. "There's still time for you to change your mind and rip my heart to shreds."
Her heart suddenly froze stiff as ice because what the fuck did I just say!?
Sam put a foot between Luna's, drawing their bodies even closer. "And what if I don't want to change my mind?"
Luna's breath hitched as Sam's lips drifted closer and closer…
"I can't take this anymore!"
And she launched herself at Sam so hard they spun in place, twirling around on Sam's heel, as their lips collided in a beautiful, slightly-painful embrace of passion.
Luna moaned as Sam deepened the kiss, slipping her tongue between Luna's teeth and battling her for dominance. Luna's right leg bent at the knee and lifted high in the air as her arms flew over Sam's shoulders, crossed along her back, and pulled on her tighter.
She was smiling so widely, it was making it hard to kiss.
Sam growled. "Quit smiling so I can kiss you senseless!"
Luna laughed, leaning forward to bop her nose on Sam's. "I can't help it! I'm just so happy!"
Sam pulled away and pouted fiercely. "Well, if you don't stop being so happy, then I might just have to dump your sorry butt."
Luna smirked as she arched forward, pushing her chest against her probably-girlfriend's. "Don't give me that sass. I've already marked you. Your arse is mine~"
Sam sniffed as she put her hands in the pockets of her jacket and spun around to leave. "Like heck it is."
Luna squawked as Sam started walking away. "Hey! Get back here! I thought you were going to snog me until I can't walk straight!?"
Sam turned around and put her arms out, now walking backwards. She gave Luna a sly grin. "What are you gonna do about it, babe?"
Luna blushed at the pet name and the tease. She had a feeling that Sam had an unfair advantage in their relationship. She rolled up her jacket's sleeves and started forward; a fire dancing in her eyes. "I'm going to make you please me with kisses and cuddles."
Sam's eyes widened as Luna suddenly took off at a spring… "Oh, damn." …and tackled her to the ground, refusing to let go of her for a single second.
Luna didn't let go as she led her prisoner to her apartment…
She didn't let go when they fell on the couch in a heated, lip-locked embrace…
She didn't let go as they stripped down to their underwear and ran their hands over each other's bodies…
And she didn't let go the entire night as she cradled her sweet poppet to her chest and fell asleep to her gentle breathing~
She did, however, have to let go in the morning when Bon Scott, her cat, jumped on her face to demand food at four in the morning.
He was hungry, and something as stupid as finding true love, happiness, and eternal companionship was trifling garbage compared to his base need of hunger.
That, and he loved being a pussy-blocking jerk~
Francisco was walking down a non-descript sidewalk, passing by a non-descript apartment building when it happened…
He was just thinking about Lynn.
How gorgeous she was.
How strong she was.
How determined she was.
Just… literally everything perfect and wonderful in this world.
Gosh, even her brash personality was enough to make him hard. He always figured he was a little bit of a masochist.
It wasn't until he met Lynn that those feelings were confirmed.
Lynn was open and honest, when she wanted to be. Which wasn't often. So, for her to suddenly proposition him for sex (were they dating now?) filled him with anxiety because he knew she meant it.
Come Monday, she was gonna sex him hard and fast.
Which sounded pretty awesome!
Only… he'd been to every freaking store on the way home and every… single… one of them… was sold out of condoms.
He'd figure that, being in a city, with a ton of trapped, horny, and perverted people in close proximity of each other that there'd be more concern to refill the stock… but no!
And what was he supposed to do? It was Saturday. What company ever delivered on a Sunday?
If he didn't find condoms today, they sure as heck wouldn't be there tomorrow or Monday morning.
And Lynn definitely wasn't the patient type. That much was for sure.
She'd sooner do without and ask questions later, then actually postpone their first coupling.
He figured he could pull out or something… but what if he forgot? What if it felt too good too fast and he didn't have time? What if Lynn got too into it and trapped him inside?
It was too risky, but what could he do? Hide and wait for Lynn to turn the whole city over until she found him?
There was literally no escape for him… unless he suddenly died. But that was just being melodramatic.
Right as he was resigning himself to his fate, he spotted it…
A little rectangular box, laying on the sidewalk in front of an apartment.
He picked it up and his jaw opened.
It was a ten-pack of condoms!
He checked the expiration date and they were brand new!
They package was opened, so he counted them and found all ten inside.
He looked up to the darkening sky and a tear of thanks fell down his cheek.
It was a sign from heaven. It had to be!
Feeling relieved, and finally able to let himself look forward to his first time with Lynn in sweet anticipation, Francisco walked home with the very same box that had five perfectly fine condoms…
…and five with a single pinprick hole in the very center~
Luan and Maggie were standing awkwardly side by side in the living room as Lana snored loudly from the bedroom.
After Luan's talk, Mrs. Woodhouse called Maggie back in and convinced the girl to stay.
It wasn't an ideal situation, especially with there being only one bed. But Mrs. Woodhouse happened to have a blow-up mattress in her closet and let the girls borrow it.
Maggie didn't want her guests to have to sleep on such a horridly uncomfortable thing, so she offered her own bed to her lovely barista and her little sister.
Luan, being as polite as possible, declined amicably and said they would sleep on the lumpy hump of plastic and pain.
Lana, though, held no qualms… and Maggie did offer… so she took the bed. Alone.
And what was Luan supposed to do then? Back out and look like an idiot in front of her Mystery?
Ten minutes later, the two women were sitting on separate sides of the bed, uncomfortable and stiff.
Luan was wearing her panties and one of Maggie's robes because she didn't have any long nightshirts like Luan was accustomed to sleeping in.
Maggie, though, was used to sleeping stark naked. So, she had on a robe and was fidgeting with it.
Luan looked over her shoulder at Maggie in curiosity.
"Is something wrong, Maggie?"
Maggie blinked and turned a little, her robe slipping slightly over her shoulder.
"I-I, um… I'm just not used to this…" At Luan's worried look, she flicked at her robe. "Wearing this when I sleep, I mean."
Luan nodded.
"Can't you wear something more comfortable?"
Maggie's cheeks blushed. She couldn't stop it!
"I… d-don't normally wear anything…"
Luan's cheeks exploded with fire, too.
"Oh."
Then, she took a steadying breath and turned around and squinted her eyes shut.
"I promise I won't look, if you want to… get more comfortable and get under the blanket."
Maggie bit her lip.
They only had the one blanket. All it'd take would be for Luan or herself to roll over and BAM Luan would have a serving of naked woman for breakfast.
Actually, that was a good thing, wasn't it?
"O-ok, Luan."
She waited for a few seconds to make sure Luan kept her head forward and her eyes shut. And then, she shrugged off her robe. She wasn't wearing panties underneath.
Then, she slipped under the blanket on her side and pulled it up to her chin.
"Y-you can look now."
Luan turned, her cheeks still on fire… just knowing that her sexy customer was completely naked, utterly vulnerable underneath a tiny, thin blanket… wow, that was enough to get her engine running~
She lifted the cover just a tiny bit, hearing Maggie's breath hitch… because she could pull it up another few inches and peek under and see every inch of her angel's beauty…
But she'd respect Maggie's privacy and body.
She slipped underneath it and lowered the blanket back down.
The two laid stiff and awkward until Luan's foot twitched and accidentally grazed Maggie's toes.
"Ah! Cold!" she hissed, squirming away from the barista.
Luan merely smirked and prodded the girl's ankle with her toe; enjoying herself immensely when Maggie turned to her with a glare and a frown.
"Sorry, Mags, I guess I'm getting cold feet. Get it?"
Maggie just glared, fighting back her blush because holy mackerel, Batman! Luan's foot had actually touched her naked body! And even though it was an icicle, it sent a raging fire crashing through her body~
Was that the first step to them having sex?
She didn't know, but it was kinda exciting nonetheless~
She turned away from Luan, giving her a cold shoulder. Suck on that pun, Luan~
And Luan, smiling, slid a little closer toward the girl. Never touching her, but making her squirm far enough away that she was approaching the edge and unable to escape.
Satisfied with their closeness, Luan let her eyes fall shut.
"Goodnight, Maggie…"
And she was out like a light.
Maggie couldn't fall asleep that quickly.
She waited a good half hour before she was brave enough to creep backward until her naked butt was touching Luan's thighs and her head was tucked under her chin.
Then, Luan's arm robotically slipped over her and clutched to her like a needy koala and Maggie gushed on the inside.
She felt warm, safe, and loved. And with those swirling emotions comforting her heart, she fell asleep to a peaceful night.
Notes at bottom:
Ok, about that jump from the fire escape. I really did research it, and I could bore you all for awhile about physics and whatnot... but I read a government report where a pilot fell from 20,000 feet in the air and survived. So, I can reasonably assume that Luan might possibly survive a fall from, I'm guessing, 25-30 feet. If you want to get technical, here is how I imagined she did it: she landed in a roll and immediately smacked her hand and foot on the ground at the end of her roll. If you can imagine a better way to do it, feel free to do so. I left it unwritten on purpose.
Lincoln has always struck me as the type of person that would give you the shirt off his back. I teared up when I wrote that Luan was wearing his pants. I'm just weird, I guess, haha.
I know the second half of this chapter was kinda rushed, but I was trying to get to the more important parts and finish up this three-chapter day. I also wanted to give you guys a bigger chapter because I don't know if I'll be able to update this again until after Christmas.
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