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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
- 5
- 6
- 7
Author's Notes:
The original title for this chapter was Jealousy but I changed it when it suddenly went in a really fun direction~ I did say my chains were falling... well, consider them gone. The stuff you find in this chapter is what I'm best known for and, in my opinion, is my best work.
Fun Facts at bottom!
Enjoy, my shameless Luaggie shippers~
Disclaimer: The Loud House Copyright Nickelodeon (2017); Touch Too Much by AC/DC (1979)
Chapter 6: Touch Too Much
When Luan walked into work the next morning, she was caught in limbo. She hadn't gotten much sleep as she and Lana kept waking up to graphic nightmares. There were bags under her eyes. Her shoulders were slumped and her shoes occasionally dragged across the sidewalk, unable to lift fully off the ground.
It had grown much colder in the night, signaling the approach of autumn weather. It was her favorite season, but on her walk to work the wind kept raking across her spent tears like razor blades. It was irritating to say the least.
In her arms, snuggling his head in her armpit, his wittle tail curled around her hand, Bugle was trying not to shiver from the sudden cold, too. Thankfully, he was able to leech off his master with the proficiency of a master vampire… just with heat, or something.
When she looked up to the counter, she sighed.
Today the boss was here along with that silent boy that'd been there before Luan ever showed up.
Bobby Gonzalez was a fair manager. Really pushed his workers to give their all, but still a great guy. One of those guys that'd give you the shirt off his back. The only problem about him wasn't really about him.
It was his girlfriend, Lori S. D. O'Connor.
She was a graduate student at the local university, studying to become a lawyer with ambitions of becoming a Federal judge.
Luan knew there had to be something good inside that shriveled up heart Lori used to pump the blood of her enemies through her body… she just never could find it.
The silent boy, though, was an interesting one. He barely spoke to Luan or anyone really, kept to himself, and generally had that air about him… like he was a wandering samurai shifting through time and space and fighting against despair. More often than not he was frowning, but Luan could only describe the boy as emotionless, or guarded.
His name was Francisco Ortega, and he attracted a love interest, too.
Well, not exactly a love interest, per se.
Lynn Miller, the older sister to Linc, was his anti-love interest. She hung around the boy during much of her free time, talked about him incessantly, and Luan would swear on it that Lynn's eyes turned into little pink heart-pupils every time she saw the boy.
But Lynn was determined that she didn't love him, and any encouragement she received to make her move on the silent boy was met with a punch to the arm.
Luan sighed as she mechanically rubbed her upper arm, remembering the bruise she'd gotten just a few weeks ago for making a stray comment about the boy's hair looking good.
Lynn Miller, for all her anti-love determination, was a jealous not-girlfriend, and she wasn't afraid to remind anyone that Francisco was her property… Just because she steadfastly refused to love the boy at the moment doesn't mean they wouldn't get married eventually, right? And she had to guard her future against any threats like a lioness watching over her fresh kill in the Sahara~
The two teens were nineteen years old and sophomores in college. They could have something really beautiful going on… if Lynn's head wasn't stuck so freaking far up her butt.
Luan sighed as she clocked in and went to the employee lounge to get ready for her day at work.
She made sure her shirt was tucked in and buttoned and put on her apron and black cap. On her left breast, her name tag was shiny and clear. But on her face was a tiny frown.
Usually on days that Bobby came in, Lori wasn't far behind.
The sad thing was it was a Wednesday and two of their most loyal customers always came in on Wednesday mornings before they headed out to the nursing home to see their grandparents.
They were Carol and Leni Bennett, not-identical twin sisters with golden blonde hair and blue eyes. They were around twenty-three years old, or something like that, and were the sweetest women Luan had ever served coffee.
Leni was ditzy and talked non-stop about her fashion magazines. She had a huge heart just like Lana and showed compassion to anything that moved. Luan loved it when Lana got to spend time with the older woman because Leni gave real, unguarded encouragement to Lana to follow her dream of becoming a wildlife rescuer.
Unless that wildlife was a spider; in which case, it needed to die… no questions asked.
Carol was the older twin by about ten minutes. She kept to herself and was always found reading some trashy romance novel or something more refined like Jane Austen, whichever she was in the mood for that week. One of the first things Luan had ever noticed about the woman was that her romance novels almost always had two women on the covers.
Now, maybe she wasn't an expert like Luna the Love Doctor, but she figured it was safe to say the girl was at least curious.
That curiosity eventually led to her growing attached to another customer that frequented the establishment.
And that customer was Lori O'Connor.
For months, Luan had watched that girl peek over top her gay novels and stare at Lori with such longing it made Luan wish she had someone to pine after that way. The woman was devoted; never letting her gaze drift to other customers, regardless of how sexy or flirtatious they were. Offers were usually met with a blush and a polite 'no' and Carol would immediately go back to reading her novel… or staring at Lori if she was nearby.
Luna and Leni were pretty good friends, and between the two Carol had gathered enough encouragement and support that one day, a few months back, she made the plunge.
She didn't want to steal Bobby's girlfriend. She just wanted to become Lori's friend and test the waters. And maybe in time and with an insane amount of luck, the law student would convert over to the dark side and run into Carol's Lori-loving arms~
That was the dream.
The sad reality is that not everyone in this world is accepting of that type of dream.
And at the forefront was Lori.
Luan accepted that not everyone would like the idea of being gay… or even people that were gay… and that was ok with her.
But watching Carol's offer of friendship be turned down because she'd hid her face partially behind a lesbian romance novel as she stuttered out her greeting… and Lori returned it with a glare and a sharp, "Not interested, dyke" …that stung a bit.
Seeing Carol's face turn pale and tears form in her eyes hurt even more.
So, yeah, on days when Bobby came in, interesting things tended to happen.
But on a Wednesday it meant nothing but heartache and forced suppression and isolation on Carol's part.
They used to sit in the table closest to the counter so Luna and Leni could talk fairly easily without impeding work.
But now they had to sit over in the far corner at the table right beside Margaret's.
It was saddening really, and Luan (and everyone else) wished it wasn't that way.
The worst part was that Carol still snuck furtive glances now and then. She'd blush when Lori wore a tight blouse under her suit jacket. She'd smile goofily when Lori giggled to one of Bobby's jokes. And when she'd see them kiss, Luan knew the girl hid her face back behind her book so she could hide her tearful frown.
She couldn't imagine what that must feel like, but she knew she didn't want the same thing to happen to Luna…
Anyway, shaking her head clear of her thoughts, she plopped her jacket on the ground and Bugle promptly began munching on the sleeve ends.
Luan sighed. The jacket probably wouldn't last till next year. Fortunately, it was just a thrift store purchase worth a handful of bucks. Just like everything else they had.
She leaned down and scratched Bugle behind the ears, chuckling as the puppy's back legs lifted off the ground to get him closer to her hand… and instantly fell forward, his floppy ears splaying out like a fan.
Giggling, she stood up and went up to the counter.
Showtime~
Francisco was wiping down the counter, and Luan could already feel her newly-released teasing self itching to burst out of her mouth.
"Hey, Franky~"
The boy paused for a second before continuing in his task.
"Hey."
Luan hummed as she stood a little closer and leant into his personal space.
"Wow, you're making that pretty spotless there, buddy…"
He just kept on wiping it down, trying to fight down the urge to cringe. Luan was acting abnormal… strange… like something happened in the past few days that he wasn't aware of…
She was actually scaring him…
Luan smirked evilly. "Is that how you peek at your girlfriend so she doesn't catch you perving on her?" She mimed a womanly-curvy figure with her hands with a wink.
Francisco actually blushed. Huh. Luan never thought she'd see the day.
"N-no, I don't perv on anyone… especially L-Lynn."
Oh, he was lying. She could smell it.
"I didn't say Lynn, now did I?"
He choked and pushed his face closer to the counter. There was this one little speck still there. He really needed to get rid of it.
"Hmm, are you sure you're not interested in just one, tiny, little peek? I'm sure Lynn wouldn't mind some help trying on… jockstraps~"
Oh, now he was as red as a fire truck! Nice~
"Summers, leave Ortega alone," spoke Bobby as he stepped out of the manager's office with his own apron and black cap on. "You're getting paid to serve coffee, not embarrass your co-workers… even if it's likely true."
Francisco gasped quietly, feeling his ears tingle with fire. He turned away and hurried to the back to clean something… anything… as long as it got him away from them.
Bobby called out, "Hey, just keep in mind that if Luna finds any used condoms lying around she's gonna make your life a living-"
"Got it! Thank you! Bye!"
And with a small trail of smoke kicking up from the tiles, he darted into the back and hurriedly distracted himself with wiping down every single surface until he could see his face in the reflections. Whatever he could do to not think about Lynn, her lean, athletic figure, her breasts just big enough for him to hold fully in his hand, her long legs… a-and that incident during boating practice the other week when she fell into the water and her white shirt turned translucent and he jumped out to help her to shore only to discover she wasn't wearing a br-
Ok, Ortega, get your head in the game… NO! Not that head, you perv!
Back by the counter, Bobby and Luan were leaning against the counter, looking at each other and smiling far more than necessary. They were shuddering and trying their best not to laugh. They'd just discovered that Francisco spoke his thoughts out loud when he got really nervous…
They weren't disappointed~
Then, the door opened with a flourish and Lori stepped in, wearing a pencil skirt, blouse and tie, suit jacket, and heeled shoes. Everything she wore looked to be designer labels and that never failed to make Luan wonder…
What did they see in each other?
Sure, Bobby had a heart of gold. But Lori… what did she have to offer? One just managed to keep himself afloat and take care of the employees under his supervision; the other came from a wealthy family and was generally a witch to everyone but her boyfriend.
Lori strutted up to the counter with her back ramrod straight and her nose in the air. She took a single look at Luan and crinkled her eyebrows in displeasure before turning to Bobby and squealing, "Booboo bear!"
Bobby smiled. "Babe! What'll you have?"
Luan didn't much care what she'd have so she ignored it. Besides the door had opened again and her heart caught in her throat when she saw Carol standing there with wide, unblinking eyes.
Luan could hear from the sudden loud smooch sound that Carol had gotten herself an eyeful of affection.
The woman immediately turned her head to the ground and stared at her feet as she stumbled over to the table by the corner.
Meanwhile, Leni stepped up to the counter and greeted Luan.
"Hi! Is Luna here today?"
Leni had on this huge smile and the morning sun was shining through the windows, spreading their glow through her golden hair. She looked like an angel.
The smile was contagious as Luan beamed back.
"Nah, she's lounging at home with her cat probably."
Leni cooed, "Aww, little Bon Scott is the cutest black cat there ever was~"
Luan chuckled as she pulled out her notepad. "He sure is a feisty one. Now, what'll you gals have?"
"I want a caramel mocha, large, and Carol would like a-"
Luan's attention derailed over the edge of a bottomless canyon as her eyes suddenly caught the door swinging open and her customer stepped inside, quickly followed by a middle-aged man in a full suit. She didn't know why, but her heart suddenly fell into the pit of her stomach, and lower, and deeper, and eventually splatting into a black hole, never to be seen again.
It's not like she could possibly be jealous because her Margaret has a rich boyfriend/husband, right? It was probably just indigestion.
"-and one of those cute pumpkin-shaped donuts, please, Luan!"
Oh, wait.
"Oh, sorry, Leni. Care to say that again? I spaced out."
Leni smiled as Luan grimaced.
"No problem!"
Margaret stepped into line right beside Leni right as the order was finished, and Luan saw how her eyes immediately glanced at Leni.
And again.
And again.
Each time she looked at the angelic cinnamon roll the edges of her thin lips slowly angled down.
By the time Leni was finished and Margaret was standing in front of Luan, there was a full-blown frown on her face.
Luan was so confused.
What's more, the man spoke for the girl, which somehow only added to Luan's discomfort and distress.
"G'morning, miss, we'd like a-"
Luan wrote down the order unconsciously; her eyes kept stealing glances at Margaret and…
Wow, she looks angry now.
The moody customer's nostrils flared and her eyebrows crinkled angrily as her eyes passed over that evil woman of smiles and cuteness sitting in the corner with the bookworm.
Margaret didn't like her.
Not one bit.
As Luan watched the couple head over to their table, she couldn't shake her concern. What was her problem? Leni would never hurt anything (except spiders, obviously).
"Summers, quit gawking at your lover and get to work on their order!" yelled Bobby.
She immediately blushed, shaking her head in mild amusement. Gosh, her co-workers had issues. If it wasn't Luna shipping everyone together in seemingly random combinations, then it was their boss casually slipping in teases here and there.
But, really, her and Margaret? Pshh…
She didn't know it because she was too absorbed in her work and thoughts, but she was smiling widely. And maybe her free hand was fiddling with the end of her ponytail. And maybe she was humming the tune to Waiting For a Girl Like You by Foreigner.
But she wouldn't ever know because, as everyone expected, she ended up burning her hand from overfilling the cup. "Yow! Hot, hot, hot-"
"Summers!"
Oh, gosh, what did he want now?
"Yeah, Bobby?"
He peeked his head around the corner and glared.
"Quit making those perverted innuendos and just finish her already."
Her cheeks burnt hotter than her boiling hand. What did he just freaking say?
He pointed at the too-full cup and winked at her.
"Finish her order, Summers… Did you think I said something else~?"
He turned the corner and went to help Ortega clean and organize.
Thus, Luan was left with an insatiable blush.
As she worked on the order her mind casually drifted into dangerous territory, but just a little bit. You know, light and easy stuff.
If she and Maggie became a thing…
How affectionate did the woman like to be?
Did she love extravagant romantic gestures?
How fast would she want to move intimately?
How long until they get married?
How many kids would they adopt?
The list went on and on, and her blush never faded. Before she knew it her grin was so wide her sparkly teeth were showing, and the order was finally done for the Bennett sisters.
She carried their drinks over in a carrier and their donuts in a paper bag.
Unbeknownst to all, four little paws padded swiftly across the tiles…
"Here you go, girls."
As Luan set their things down on the table with a smile, she eeped when something small and excited bounced into her leg and-
"Baroooo!"
Luan sighed at the same time as Leni squealed happily and Carol laid her book down with a soft smile.
Wagging his tail and staring up with the charming eyes of a lady-killer, Bugle looked into Luan's brown eyes and pleaded to be picked up. A little whine issued from the back of his throat. He knew how to play his master like a violin~
He, however, didn't expect to be suddenly picked up and brought before two pairs of blue eyes.
He blinked his dark eyes stupidly before whining and squirming in Leni's hands. Help, master, save me!
He was brought closer to the demon of sunshine hair and infinite smiles and cried pitifully when she nuzzled her nose against his. He felt disgusted, used… violated! Th-this beast was, w-was raping him! He squirmed around until his wide, begging eyes were on Luan and he baroooed as loudly as he could, "SAVE ME!"
Leni pouted. "Aww, he's scared…"
He kept writhing and twirling and curling around, fussing about like a hamster on a wheel. But he froze stiff when he felt the most tender caress along the sides of his neck he'd ever felt in his life. His shoulders sagged and the umph left his body.
He was transferred over to a gorgeous angel from heaven, and he looked into her pretty eyes and swore that his salvation must be at hand. There was no way someone could be this sweet, this gentle, this loving, and this beautiful and not be something truly divine~
Carol giggled as Bugle dramatically fell onto her arms. She cradled him up to her breasts and tapped his nose.
Bugle lazily snapped his jaws at her fingers, missing by several inches and five seconds… wow, his response times were so slow while being scratched in all the right places~
Carol cooed to the adorable thing, while Leni was scratching his belly for him.
Bugle rolled onto his back and promptly got scratchies from three hands while a fourth was cradling him against the softest pillows on the planet.
He knew he was dead because this was purely heaven~
Luan rolled her eyes. Her and Lana's dog was such a playboy. Sigh.
When she turned her eyes curiously toward her customer, she was mildly surprised to still see Margaret frowning… but her eyes; they were just as dull and listless as they were the first time she'd seen them. The fire from earlier wasn't there, nor was the frustrated indifference from yesterday.
More importantly, that man was holding the girl's hand and he was speaking brokenly, emotionally.
Were they breaking up?
Luan couldn't help that sudden surge of hope she felt in her stomach. She had a seriously weird case of indigestion today…
She shook her head and went to go make their order, hoping today's pun would be the one that finally brought a pretty smile to her customer's face~
"So, the barista seems nice," said Alfred. "Don't you think?"
Maggie certainly agreed with that statement. "Whatever."
He let a faint grin tinge his cheeks. "Well, if you're sure…"
She could feel her cheeks burning. Oh, sure, he looked all innocent and proper, but that freaking perv was shipping her and that barista-punning-clown so hard it radiated off in waves.
Alfred twiddled his thumbs as he leaned back and hummed.
She could hear the smugness in his throaty hum; could feel the teasing waves crash against her ears.
"I don't like the clown, Alfred."
He shrugged his shoulders.
"I never said you did."
Her eyes narrowed. She didn't have time for his mind games.
"I don't want to be her friend either."
He turned his face to look out the window, and she saw the barest tinge of a smile on his lips. A comforting wave of affection from that gesture surged through her like a burst of joy.
Maggie felt violated as unbidden images of a joyful, clownish, ponytailed woman holding her hand, encouraging her, lifting her up from her burdens and giving her strength flooded through her mind.
She squashed them down with a pitiable growl.
"I don't think about her, Alfred!" she forced out in a hushed, demanding voice.
He turned his comforting smile on her and nodded.
"It's ok to not think about her, Margaret."
She grit her teeth as his support grated down her spine uncomfortably.
Why couldn't he just freaking tell her to go talk to the barista!?
Why couldn't he just control her life like, like…
Her eyes fell to the table where her fists suddenly clenched in her only outward showing of anguish.
Since the event on the balcony yesterday, Alfred had stayed close to her side during most times. She was grateful for it. She fantasized about… dying and stuff… but deep down she didn't really… didn't…
A cold chill ran up her spine.
Then, she felt his warm hand on her fists and she looked up at him with misty eyes.
"It's time that you choose your own fate, Maggie."
She felt a tear form in the corner of her eye. She hadn't heard him speak so intimately with her since she was a little girl.
Her heart felt so raw and vulnerable, shredded and torn into itty bitty pieces.
She turned her eyes away from his to look at those women now holding a little puppy. It was a safe zone; something cute and adorable and mildly irritating with its incessant baroooing and noisy paws and whining.
That dog kept her mind off her father.
It kept her from remembering how one of father's board members had escorted her mother home.
And never left till morning.
If she focused on the warm feeling of Alfred's hands and the annoyingness of that canine, then she'd forget how her life fell apart in a single day.
And maybe then she wouldn't irrationally throw all her anger onto an innocent woman…
In the corner of her eye she caught Luan looking at her and that swirling mosh pit of despair fluttered around like dark butterflies for a few seconds…
And then, Luan left and Maggie was left with longing.
Maggie sighed as her eyes not-so-subtly followed Luan's departure.
Unknown to her, Alfred followed her eyes.
Luan was walking steadily, with purpose, with a little swing in her step. She was wearing this pair of tight jeans that really hugged her hips and butt, Maggie was noticing with a small bite to her lip. It was amazing how with every single step those jeans stretched taut across her backside; her hips swung out wide and then rolled back to the other side.
Just then, music began playing over some ceiling stereos… which was weird because she was sure they never played music before.
"She had the face of an angel smilin' with sin, the body of Venus with arms~"
Mmm~ Maggie agreed. This woman was all kindness and smiles on the outside but her teasing lilt and smirks revealed something really interesting on the inside~
"Dealin' with danger strokin' my skin, like a thunder and lightnin' storm."
Alfred heard a little intake of breath and when he looked at Maggie to see what happened he was mildly surprised to see her cheeks were pink and she was biting her lip. He looked back over to that woman, whom had just gotten behind the counter, and then back to Maggie, whom was now craning her neck to get a better look.
Then, he caught sight of a man peeking from a back room (the manager?), and he was giving a thumbs up. A lazy smirk stretched across Alfred's face as he returned the gesture with a wink.
"It wasn't the first; it wasn't the last; it wasn't that she didn't care."
Maggie's eagle vision watched as Luan bent down to grab some caramel syrup from the fridge and those pants drew tighter across her smooth, round butt~ Oh my…
"She wanted it hard; she wanted it fast; she liked it done medium rare~"
Leni paused in her snuggling with Bugle when Carol pointed at the table right behind her; Leni turned and saw this cutiepatootie blushing like mad and breathing kinda funny; then, they followed her gaze over to Luan and it clicked into place.
Leni turned her head slowly toward Carol's, and both twins gave each other a smirk.
"Seems like a touch, a touch too much~"
Maggie listened to the lyrics a little, but not really. Because her mind was caught on how Luan's arms were reaching way above her head for something, and now her boobs were pushing against the tight buttons of her shirt.
She'd never been more thankful in her life that her barista was professional enough to tuck her delicious shirt into her pants~
"Seems like a touch, a touch too much~"
Alfred silently chuckled to himself. He'd let go of her hand a bit ago because Maggie was starting to sweat and twitch, and honestly this was the most adorable thing ever.
He got his phone out and took a picture of her flushed cheeks, dilated pupils, panting mouth, and everything. It'd be the perfect picture to embarrass the living daylights out of her later on~
"Too much for my body; too much for my brain-"
Oh, God, the man was totally right! Luan was too much for her; she couldn't take it…
"This damn woman's gonna drive me insane!"
Maggie's breath caught as she finally registered the lyrics… and all she could think was, "Amen."
"She had a touch, a touch too much~ Touch me!"
As Luan stepped from behind the counter with her customer's drinks she looked up instinctually at Margaret and her breath caught when their eyes locked for a split second. She felt the air get knocked from her lungs at the pure need she saw there.
Like, gosh, if Luan didn't know better she'd think she had a fetish for coffee, haha.
Not like it could mean anything else, right?
"Seems like a touch (touch too much)-"
With each step that she drew closer to her, Maggie found her heart racing and galloping and sprinting harder into some unknown place she didn't know about but so desperately wanted to see…
"You know it's much too much (much too much)-"
Luan couldn't look away from her blue eyes, and soon she was feeling her own heart begin racing. Fast and hard; pumping her full of adrenaline and something, something… Oh, God, now she was blushing…
I must spend too much time around Luna because the song's making me aroused…
Which was totally plausible even though it was weird.
Right?
"I really wanna feel ya (touch too much)-"
Maggie licked her lips as her eyes trailed down Luan's curvy neck and across her bountiful breasts and tight stomach… and then over to her hands. Luan hadn't put their drinks in a carrier… she was holding them in her hands…
And Maggie knew right then and there that before she left the coffee shop that day she'd know what heaven felt like… at the hand of its prettiest angel.
"Girl, you know you're giving me (much too much)-"
It… it was actually getting to be too much. Just wow…
Bobby over behind the counter was looking away now.
Alfred tugged on his collar and looked out the window.
Leni's breathing had changed enough that she became uncomfortable and turned to snuggle with Bugle once again.
Carol, however, lifted up her book and peeked at them from over top its sinful lesbian-sex pages…
Hey, she might be quiet… and a touch perverted, heh… but she loved herself a good femslash novel, and she'd never shipped two people harder together in all her life. She found herself whispering the same encouragement to Luan that Luna had given to her months ago.
Get the girl, Luan! You can do it!
"Seems like a touch…"
Luan stopped at the table, her eyes never leaving Margaret's. She blindly set the man's drink down… but her customer's… she held it out…
Maggie looked at that proffered drink, at Luan's delicate hand, and her heart skipped a beat.
"Just a dirty little touch~"
Maggie's hand slowly lifted from the table, trembling and sweaty…
Luan's eyes were locked on that pale hand; it was going to touch her; she was going to know more about her Mystery than just her name!
"I really need your touch!"
They both felt it at the same time… that sheer need for physical contact, for tactile comfort that only that woman right in front of their eyes could give…
An electric tingle surged through their arms as Maggie's finger grazed Luan's thumb.
With a lot more courage than she knew she had, Maggie pulled her thumb on top of Luan's fingers, and for a short little eternity of blissful splendor, she had Luan's hand trapped beneath her own.
The feeling of heat pushing through the cardboard protector their hands were wrapped around only added to the sensational overload short-circuiting their frazzled minds.
She didn't know how Luan felt, but Maggie suddenly grieved ordering a stupid caramel mocha…
She'd have much rather have ordered this woman to go, please and thank you~
"Cause you're much too much too much too much~!"
Francisco chose that very moment to step out from the back room and promptly froze up. His jaw dropped and his cheeks burnt in embarrassment. He looked at Bobby and just pointed aimlessly in Luan's general direction.
"What the heck, man!? You guys rib me for maybe liking a girl and you're not going to write her up? God! They're practically having sex right here in front of everyone!"
Bobby sniffed as he started wiping down the still-spotless way-over-wiped-down counter. "No idea what you're talking about, Ortega."
The boy gaped at him, then turned to see Luan lean down… rather, bow toward the customer, pushing her breasts closer to the customer's face, and speak to her in sinful whispers that probably rocked her bell to the very core.
"Come on!"
Bobby straightened. "If you don't get back to work in about three seconds, I'm gonna start giving you extremely graphic advice on how to turn Lynn into a woman-"
"NO! No, th-thank you, bye!"
Luan was leaning closer to Maggie, their breaths beginning to intermingle in the short span between their faces.
Maggie's blood was running hot; her arm exploded with goosebumps; her special little place down there was growing warm and tingly…
Luan breathlessly pointed at the sticky-note attached to the plastic lid and grinned.
Maggie looked down at it.
In that heavenly cursive script, "I mist you, Margaret~"
The picture was of two women standing under an umbrella as rain poured down on them.
Maggie's lips twitched into a small smile.
Luan's heart soared at that tiny victory.
But she didn't feel the need to make her smile go away. Now she needed to hear her laugh and cry and… lots of other noises.
Maggie wasn't able to say anything more through the crashing waves of her emotions.
But what she couldn't speak, she could draw.
And when Luan came back to clean their table, she found a ten… and another sticky-note drawing.
It was a beautifully-remastered version of her own.
Two women standing under an umbrella.
The only differences were…
Margaret spoke in a bubble, "I mist you, too, Luan."
There was a little note etched at the very bottom, "My friends call me 'Maggie,' by the way."
And between the two gorgeously-drawn women, with a backdrop of lightning and storming rain; a perfect reflection of the misery that was Luan's everyday life…
There were two sets of fingers intertwined.
Luan's lips smiled goofily; her eyes grew teary…
Her hand fell down along her side, just like the little Luan in the picture…
And she imagined that a strong and supportive hand slipped into hers and twined their fingers together.
Luan had gotten a touch… a touch too much~
Fun Facts:
Francisco's last name, as well as his and Lynn's interest in boating, was greatly inspired by Nelauk (deviantart and FFN), also known as nella-wafer (tumblr). I borrowed that info from Nelauk's fanfic, Wiped Out! As far as I can tell, it's one of the precious few that actually ship these two characters together, and I wanted to try my hand at it while I have the opportunity.
Lori's full name is extremely significant. Can you guess why without googling it~? Also, her occupational interest in being a lawyer is something so unbelieveably common in this fandom that it's unreal. Hey, I couldn't ignore every Loud House cliche, now could I?
Carol and Leni's last name should be fairly obvious... considering Carol likes Jane Austen's books.
That mental image Maggie had about Luan being a supportive friend was an adult-version of Parasomnico's Playground (deviantart) A seriously amazing artist with amazing and beautiful artwork, and a devious mind at times that I fully approve of~
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