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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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Author's Notes:
Happy New Year's Eve, dear readers!
Thank you for being patient with me. In the spirit of the season, and to thank you all for your patience, I gave Luan and Maggie...
Well, I better not ruin the surprise, eh?
Disclaimer: The Loud House Copyright Nickelodeon (2017)
Chapter 13: Forsaken and Cherished
Ain't it so interesting how things can turn out? How one minute a man can be on top of the world… and the next he's at the bottom, begging for bread.
Ronnie Anne Santiago always thought life was interesting that way. It rains on the just and the unjust, as her mother had always taught her. Live a good life, run a good race, fight a good fight, and so many other morals, so many beliefs…
So many interesting things that shaped her into the seventeen year old woman she had become.
But the thing no one counted on was her deep devotion to her family.
Not those fools that were related to her by blood…
But those that were related to her through her heart.
Lincoln Miller wasn't just her best friend; he was basically her other half. She wasn't closer to anyone than him.
Not her mother.
Not her drunkard father.
Not her abusive older brothers.
Not her dopehead uncle, in jail for murder and grand theft auto.
Her mother stood out as the only moral beacon in a "family" of miscreants and hardened bastards.
It was by a stroke of luck when her mother dropped her off at a daycare; and there was a dorky boy there by the name of Lincoln when they were around two years old.
And they've been inseparable since.
As she grew up, she was very selective with those she loved, and trusted, and became attached to.
Because once Ronnie Anne pegged someone as family, she'd fight for them, tooth and nail.
Her family was small, but incredibly close.
And when she felt her familial unit was threatened, a monster would roar and threaten to break out of her very chest.
But it had never been so severe… until this particular Sunday morning.
It was now a few minutes past nine, and Ronnie Anne was standing at the edge of an alleyway, looking onto the street as a light blue car passed by.
In the driver's seat was an old, grizzled man… and her eyes never left him for a second, not blinking, not wavering… until she was sure that was him.
It was.
She took off at a sprint along the sidewalk.
When she saw the car turn at an intersection, she darted over a fence and crossed a parking lot to cut him off.
She followed him until he came to a stop at a town house.
She watched as he was greeted at the door by a family; his daughter's, if their spoken words could be trusted.
She sat down…
And waited…
And took out a small black book…
And her dark, malevolent eyes burned across the smooth page, taking in every single word, and her mouth opened to whisper her understanding upon the morning wind:
"For the day of vengeance is in my heart, and the year of my redeemed is come."
When he left and traveled from there to a dollar store, she sat down and waited again.
And her eyes beheld the next line, filling her soul to the brim with righteous anger:
"I looked, and there was none to help; and I wondered that there was none to uphold…"
She trailed behind him like a shadow as he went back to his home.
Her eyes were upon his window as she slithered up the wall like a serpent.
Her anger boiled as she beheld him sitting on the couch, watching TV, as if he hadn't just attempted to ruin the lives of two innocent girls.
Her hand squeezed that book tightly as she climbed back down the fire escape.
Her eyes looked into the heavens, daring, proud, and full of wrath.
"My own arm will bring salvation unto me; and my fury, will uphold me."
Her limber legs carried her to a stray alley, to a hidden alcove in a monotonous city.
And she looked left and right, making sure the coast was clear.
With a satanic grin, she moved to the side, revealing two little cages.
"So, you want to fuck with my family…"
She took a stick and jabbed it harshly into the cage on the left and her grin only grew wider as a raged growl erupted and the stick was torn asunder.
"…then, you'd better watch out."
She turned to the one on the right and gave it a kick, and it screamed with a howl of fury.
Ronnie Anne turned to the fourth wall and the look in her eyes was barely human.
She held up her book and, without blinking, read her oath before all:
"For vengeance is mine. I will repay."
She flashed her eyes and her grin turned into a demon's smirk.
Judgment Day was coming swiftly for Mr. Grouse…
And Ronnie Anne was going to escort his soul straight to the gates of Hell…
And laugh as he lived an eternal, agonizing, unimaginable death.
Maggie was having a good dream. A very good dream.
One of those kind where she had her sexy, ponytailed barista in bed, and she was completely nekkid, and her hand was on her breast, squeezing her and making her moan~
Oh, gosh, she could freaking hear that heavenly noise right in her ear!
But then, she blinked her eyes open and everything was blurry.
She felt a tickle on her nose and she wrinkled it, but it wouldn't go away.
She felt something incredibly soft, and smooth, and devilishly tantalizing brush across her fingers, and a dopey grin spread on her cheeks as she instinctually groped her barista's boob harder. And that moan Luan gave her in return made a spasm of pleasure course down her spine like voltage down a wire.
Her other hand was… somewhere…
Oh!
Maggie's dopey grin turned into a smirk.
She had her hand in Luan's robe. Mmm~
She had no idea at all how her hand got lost inside not just the robe, but Luan's panties as well… and guess what? She didn't give a damn about the answer either.
Because her middle finger was touching something curly and warm and intoxicating~
God, she was so close to Luan, but yet still so far away!
Maggie wiggled a little against her sleepy lover and purred with a silly grin as her fingers got warmer… hotter… until they were nearly melting with Luan's heat.
Mmm, she was closer than she'd ever gotten in her dreams before~
Luan curled and bowed under her hands, moaning and panting breathlessly like a wanton kitten.
Maggie had to've died and gone to heaven because this was the best dream she'd ever had in her short twenty years of life!
She blinked her eyes again, twitched her nose against Luan's messy bed hair.
And that's when it hit her.
This wasn't a dream.
She recoiled with a muttered, "Fuck!" but she couldn't move her hands!
Luan's thighs clamped down on her fingers, and her other arm was trapped under the sexy woman.
Oh, gosh, Maggie's fingers were still on her naughty places: one finger lazily tracing Luan's areola, and her other hand smoothly palming her lower groin.
She sniffed in frustration.
How did she even get into this mess?
Oh, yeah. Maggie thought it was a good idea to go to bed naked as a jaybird with a woman she barely knew but couldn't get out of her mind. Absolutely nothing bad could possibly go wrong!
But now it was morning, and Luan was going to wake up and think she's a pervert. She was going to freak out and yell at Maggie! S-s-she might even cry, "Rape!"
Maggie's breath was growing erratic, her body twitching nervously and sweating.
She didn't want to scare away Luan! This was the best night ever… She didn't want it ruined because she thought she was having a wonderful wet dream and let her fingers roam wherever their little hearts desired!
She clenched her eyes shut as Luan shuffled again, pushing her butt against Maggie's legs. She heard Luan whimper as Maggie's fingers slipped an inch from Luan's thighs.
Luan was waking up; her breathing quickening; her body becoming active and lively.
Maggie forced herself to breathe deeply even though all she wanted to do was cry. She forced her arms to fall slack, her shoulders to become loose and free.
She heard Luan mumble something inaudible, followed by a little moan that made Maggie blush warmly.
And then, she felt the barista turn stiff as a board.
Oh, no. Please don't hate me, Luan!
She was unprepared to hear Luan giggle girlishly and start squirming under her hands.
What the heck was Luan doing?
"Oh, Mystery, I don't think your hands are supposed to be pressing those buttons~"
Aaaand Maggie was blushing hotly. Luan must be dreaming. Had to be!
She felt really conflicted because she shouldn't be hearing anything Luan wouldn't want her to know… but she really needed to know if Luan was into her…
She heard a gasp, and she thought it might've been of pleasure… but then, Luan started scooting away.
She felt the air mattress shift (Luan rolling over) and she kept her eyes shut naturally.
She could feel Luan's eyes raking over her, looking for guilt or wakefulness. Thankfully, she must be a good actress because Luan didn't give her any comment.
She heard her blessed feet touch down on carpet, and soon Maggie was left alone on the bed.
She waited a few minutes until she heard a coffee machine kick on, and then, she rolled over and yawned audibly. She heard Luan make a noise in the kitchenette, but she paid it no mind as she blinked her rested eyes open and gazed upon her barista in adoration. She could feel a little grin light up her cheeks as she sat up, holding the blanket to her breasts.
Luan was leaning her back against the counter; her robe was loose and hanging over one shoulder. Her hair was messy and fell limply down her shoulders and back. Her eyes were barely awake and her mouth was open to help with her breathing.
Maggie realized that Luan must not be a morning person, and for some reason that struck her as the cutest thing ever~
"Good morning, Luan." She batted her eyelashes unconsciously, reaching a hand up to rake her hair back and to the side.
Luan gulped as she looked at her host, and her eyes naturally trailed across those blankets and that bed and back up to Maggie's deep blue eyes. "G'morning, Mags." Her voice sounded course and unrefined. She really needed coffee before she scared away this woman!
Maggie chuckled. "You're not a morning person, are you?"
Luan blinked tiredly. "No… I'm not. I hate mornings."
Maggie hummed as she readjusted the blankets against her chest.
Both girls were thinking of the same things in that moment: how wonderful it felt to share a morning together; how nice it was to just sit lazily and talk without the need to rush around because of school or work; how they wished Maggie didn't need to hide her modesty and Luan could put on a show as she turned around to get herself a cup of coffee.
"Well, I'm… gonna get up and get dressed now," said Maggie while Luan was turned and reaching into the cabinet.
Both girls were blushing as that blanket was thrown aside. Luan could easily turn around and she'd see every inch of Maggie from the raven hair on her head to her ten dancing toes on the carpet… completely bare, entirely vulnerable, all at Luan's mercy…
Maggie bent down, and purposely made the move sexy just in case Luan was weak-willed, and reached for her robe. Luan, as it turned out, was much stronger than Maggie hoped because when she turned around, Luan was standing stiffly forward; a hand clasped shakily around a cup of steaming coffee.
Maggie slipped her arms in her robe and tied it at the waist. It didn't come together right, revealing a nice sliver of pale skin from her stomach to her neck.
Luan nearly jumped as she felt a pair of warm hands fall upon her tense shoulders like a gentle breeze. And she purred rhythmically as Maggie's digits pushed into her muscles and started massaging the anxiety out of her neck. "Mmm~"
Maggie chuckled breathlessly. "You looked tense, Lu."
Luan moaned, tilting her head out of the way as Maggie found a knot on one side and focused on it. "I'm not trying to be knotty but I'm definitely not complaining about having your hands on me."
Maggie's body went stiff for a second and Luan was worried that tease was too much… but then, she went back to work, trying harder to wring the moans straight from Luan's throat.
"Oh? If you'd wanted me to get… touchy… all you had to do was ask."
Luan smiled as she leaned into her touch.
"And if I'd known you were a masseuse I would have asked the very first day I saw you, Mags."
Maggie grinned widely.
"I'm not that good at this. You must be easy to please~"
Luan opened her mouth to reply, but then shut it.
She wanted to say, "No, you're all I need," "Your hands are the only thing my sore body needs," or even "Wow, you make my shoulders feel amazing. Now, how about moving a bit lower and to the front~?"
The point became moot as Maggie abruptly eased her fingers off her skin, trailing away from Luan reluctantly… like a feather dragging across the end of a table; seeking to prolong the contact and warmth until the very last second.
Luan moved to the side so Maggie could get a mug for herself; and her eyes nearly bulged out from their sockets when she got a sweet view of Maggie's parted robe.
The girls moved toward the table. They sat down, facing each other, and drank in comfortable silence.
Luan blinked her tired eyes as she felt the warm drink push life back into her limbs. "Ah, that's better."
Maggie moved a hand up to her mouth to hide her smile. "It is good, but not as good as yours."
Luan chuckled. "Are you sure it's the coffee that keeps bringing you back… or the puns~"
Maggie smirked. "Oh, I throw those silly things away. It's definitely the coffee~"
It's not like Luan has to know she keeps them all in her daily planner, and looks at them a dozen times a day. Heh.
Luan smirked, too. "Are you sure there is nothing else you like there?"
Maggie set her cup down and leaned forward. "Fine, you've caught me."
Luan leaned forward just a little, genuinely interested.
"There's someone there I like… but their identity is a secret."
Well… that felt pretty weird… whatever that was that crawled up Luan's chest; a feeling she couldn't name.
"O-oh?"
Maggie's smirk never left her as she looked left and right, and leant even closer. "Yep."
Luan set her own mug down on the table, and let a hand drift down to her arm, to her wrist.
It could be Luan… now that was an interesting thought, wasn't it?
"So, are you going to tell her?" asked Luan.
Maggie chuckled as she leaned away and raised an eyebrow to her bangs. "I didn't say they were a girl, Luan… are you assuming you already know their identity?"
Luan blushed. She could feel how hot her blush was. And what could she say? "N-no… j-just guessing…"
Maggie's smirk grew wider. "Uh huh. You sounded pretty sure to me."
Luan chuckled awkwardly and looked down at her robe.
Something clicked in her brain and she looked back up at her friend. "Um, do you have clothes I can borrow? U-until I can buy some new ones?"
Maggie smiled faintly but brightly as she stood up and led her guest to the bedroom.
They chuckled when they heard Lana snoring like a chainsaw from under Maggie's mountainous blankets and pillows. She looked so content and happy and pleased… like Luan hadn't seen in a long time.
Maggie watched as Luan stepped over to her sister and looked down on her in love. She smiled as she heard Luan speak softly to her.
"I love you, Lana." And Luan laid a wet kiss to her cheek.
Lana squirmed a little before going still again.
"I love… you, mom…"
Maggie turned to the closet as soon as she saw Luan's eyes begin glistening.
Soon, her barista was standing beside her and neither brought up what Lana said. She knew if Luan ever wanted to tell her, then she'd be willing and happy to listen. And that thought… of learning more about Luan, of growing closer to her emotionally and not just intimately… made her feel wonderful things in that spot most people claimed was a heart.
Maggie searched and searched for something casual, but there were very few items. She ended up picking out a pair of slacks, a white blouse, and… well, she had to give Luan a pair of her panties, right? It would have been cruel to make her wear that one pair for as many days as it took to get new ones…
Oh, and speaking on that topic… Maggie had them covered~
Luan received the clothes with some embarrassment. "Thanks." She was going to be wearing another woman's underwear. But not just anyone's… these were Maggie's.
Maggie smiled and led her friend out the door and to another room. "You probably want a shower, right?"
Luan smiled faintly, still feeling timid and weird… and kinda excited. "Yeah, that'd be wonderful."
Maggie nodded as she fetched her a towel and rag. "You can use anything you need, Luan."
Luan smiled and waited for Maggie to start walking away before she began shrugging the robe off her shoulders.
Maggie paused to shut the door, and her eyes widened as she caught sight of Luan's entire back, exposed and naked, as her robe was shuffling down her body. She saw the faintest outline of Luan's breast before she jerked her eyes away.
When she turned around, she was a little surprised to see Lana sitting at the table, drinking what was left of Luan's coffee.
She put on a thin smile and walked over. She felt a bit nervous because, y'know, she had to make a good impression on Luan's sister and all.
"Hi, Lana."
The twelve-year-old looked up without any smile or frown. "Hi, Miss Frost."
Maggie sat down at her seat, picked up her drink, and took a quick swig.
"You can call me Maggie if you'd like."
Lana nodded.
In the bathroom, Luan realized she needed something and stepped over to the door. She parted it slightly and froze when she saw them sitting together. She bit her lip… and listened.
"Did you sleep well?"
Lana made no movement; didn't even blink. "I did, Miss Frost."
Maggie turned her eyes to the counter.
And then, Lana opened her mouth. "Why are you doing this for us?"
Maggie turned back quickly, her eyes wide. "When your sister told me what was happening, I wanted to help."
Lana leaned forward, her eyes hardening with her heart. "No. I meant… what do you want?"
Maggie blinked. "I don't understand. I don't want anything."
Lana felt hot all over her little body. "I'm not stupid, Miss Frost. I know what Luan did in Mr. Grouse's apartment. I let her go because he's big and we couldn't do anything to stop him."
Maggie leaned back as Lana put her hands on the table and glared at her.
"But I won't let that happen again. So, be honest… what do you want from my sister?"
Maggie forced herself to breathe; she felt timid and anxious. She didn't like to talk about her feelings… especially on the spot. But she could see Lana trembling; the girl was confused, in pain, hurting… Maggie had to reassure her with the truth.
Lana flinched when Maggie reached a hand toward hers, but she let the older woman touch her.
Maggie looked into her eyes and let herself smile a little bit.
"I honestly don't want anything from her. I only want to give. You both have been put through so much already."
Lana's hand twitched, and Maggie wiggled it around so their palms were touching.
Lana sniffed, fighting back angry tears.
"I-I don't want anything to happen to my sister. We're all we have left."
Maggie frowned.
"Do you have family, or…?"
Lana turned away.
"No."
Maggie blinked.
"O-oh, I… I'm sorry I mentioned it."
Lana glanced at her.
"Miss Frost?"
Maggie smiled.
"What would you think if I told you my sister killed our parents in an accident?"
Maggie's breath paused, but she smiled nonetheless.
"I wouldn't believe it unless she told me. I would listen to her if she wanted to talk about… her past. But I wouldn't pry it from her."
Lana sniffled as she turned to their host with watery eyes.
"What would you say if I asked for more coffee?"
Maggie tilted her head to the side.
"Would Luan let you have more?"
Lana shrugged.
"Um, probably not?"
Maggie grinned as she stood up and took her cup.
"Then, I'd say it'll be our little secret."
As she stood by the counter, she felt a hand touch her arm; and she turned to look at Lana's pleading eyes.
"A-and what would you say if I asked for a little bit of chocolate in my coffee?"
Maggie's warm smile was indescribable.
"What's one more sin anyway~?"
When she handed the mug back to Lana; when she watched the girl's eyes light up; heard her moan of pleasure at the heavenly taste; and finally, when she felt a pair of warm arms wrap around her waist as teary eyes hid in her ribs… Maggie felt something she'd never felt before.
"Thank you for being so kind to us."
It reminded her of those times when her father picked her up after she'd fallen, fixed her bruises, and made her feel more wonderful than she'd ever felt in her life.
Only this time…
Maggie returned the hug.
"You'll never have to thank me, Lana."
…the feeling was from herself. She'd made another human feel cared for, and she wanted to keep doing it.
She wanted them to feel loved.
Under the showerhead, Luan's face was wet and warm… her chest hot and soothed by the comforting heat.
And she hadn't even turned the water on yet.
The bad thing about life is that it always goes on.
It doesn't stop even though tragedy strikes.
So, in the morning, Bobby had to get up and go into work because he wasn't just the manager, but also the owner… and several employees and their families depended on him to keep things moving.
But at the moment it was getting to be too much. He was always stressed and starting to get a lot of grey hair. He was only twenty-four; he shouldn't have to consider dying his hair so he looked more like his own age. Sigh.
He opened the shop. He was the only one there. Luna was supposed to be in, but she was probably running behind.
He went into his office and sat down.
He really needed help. The most experienced and trustworthy employee he had was Luna. She'd been there almost since he inherited the store and re-opened it. She was fairly mature, hard-working, and loyal.
If he took anyone under his wing, it'd be her.
The first thing he did was sit in his chair and open up a computer. He went over to the security footage to zip through it and make sure nothing was mishandled or stolen.
And that's when he saw Ronnie Anne bend over a counter… and Lincoln pull out a condom.
"Oh, fucking hell, no! They didn't!"
He saw him pull her pants and underwear down and his jaw dropped.
"You horny bastards! You actually do have sex on the job!"
He fell back in his seat and ran a hand over his face.
"Well, you know who would absolutely love to see this footage?"
An evil grin crept over his face as he jotted down the timestamp and then continued zipping through the footage.
Sometimes a guy just has to find amusement wherever he can… before he loses his mind completely to the stress of life.
Maggie was in an ordinary store, watching as Luan and Lana gathered some clothes.
They were conflicted, timid, and overwhelmed by it. But Maggie encouraged them.
They needed clothes. They couldn't afford them. But she could, and it was her pleasure to help them.
After they got several sets each, Maggie took them to eat.
And as she sat down and watched Lana tear into a burger and fries like a rabid animal (apparently that was normal for her) and Luan munch on her own sandwich, she felt true contentment.
People say that money can't buy happiness, and they're right. But in all her years of being wealthy and having no need for any material thing in the world… she'd never been more thankful to have money.
When they finished up their meal and started back to the apartment, Lana pleaded with them to stop at the park so she could play on the swing set. And, while Luan could tell her no, Maggie simply couldn't and gave in.
And now, Maggie and Luan were sitting side by side on a bench. Luan was looking at her laughing sister, and she was smiling at how unreal everything was. Maggie was looking at Luan and feeling a blossom of affection grow from deep in her chest.
Luan felt a hand touch hers, and she looked and saw Maggie leaning toward her and holding a pink flower out to her.
"Here. This would look very pretty in your shirt."
Luan lifted the bloom from Maggie's fingers and poked the stem into a breast pocket. The happy flower glowed against the solid white canvas of her button-up blouse.
With a timid smile, "This is still your blouse, Maggie, but thanks."
With a warm shake of the head, "It's yours now, Luan. You look… That flower looks beautiful on you."
Luan blushed and twitched her fingers, remembering that Maggie's other hand was still resting on hers. "Thank you."
Maggie gave Luan's hand a squeeze before relaxing her hand. "You don't have to thank me for speaking the truth."
Neither girl moved their hands away.
Luan looked into the blue sky.
"Mrs. Woodhouse told me you wanted to give up your apartment to us."
Maggie looked at a dimly-green tree.
"I… had to do whatever I could to help."
Luan's hand turned upside down and her fingers twined with Maggie's.
"Why?"
Maggie turned her eyes down to their hands and what she felt in her chest was breathtaking, beautiful, wondrous…
"B-because, I… I care about you."
Luan squeezed Maggie's hand tighter.
"Thank you."
A few moments passed as Lana swung higher, laughed louder.
Then, Maggie returned that squeeze with one of her own.
"Lana told me you're alone."
Luan sighed, turning her eyes down to her shoes.
"Our… parents died."
Maggie scooted a little closer; her grip on Luan's hand was strong and steady.
"My father d-died, too."
Luan's brown eyes lifted until they rested on Maggie's face.
"Do you have anyone else?"
Maggie's blue eyes lifted until they met Luan's browns.
"No."
Luan gave her a smile and a squeeze to her hand.
"You do now… i-if you want."
Maggie smiled, too.
"Why?"
Luan leaned in a little closer, her face drawing nearer to Maggie's.
"Because I care about you, too."
And their lips embraced each other as their hands held on tight and their eyes closed.
And the world around them stopped moving as a single tear drop fell from the sky.
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