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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:
I'm gonna start us off with a firm NSFW~
Disclaimer: The Loud House Copyright Nickelodeon (2017); Shot Down in Flames by AC/DC (1979)
Chapter 8: Women of Action
Maggie was sitting at her table, drumming her fingers against the table impatiently.
Luan had taken her order ages ago.
She huffed, swinging her feet until her fine shoes smacked against the opposite bench. She wasn't happy. Not one single bit. Where was her dang barista with her sexy smirk and her freaking sticky-note pun!?
Suddenly, her eyes turned toward the counter…
And Luan was sauntering toward her…
Maggie watched with tunnel-vision as every step sent waves of ecstasy crashing against her spine. Her fists clenched on top of her skirt. Her cheeks tinted pink.
Luan was so damn hot it was unreal.
How her hips swung; how her eyes were lazily-lidded and so, so very hungry looking; how her shoulders were hunched slightly forward like she was preparing to pounce on her kill; how unbelievably tight her clothes had become…
Maggie's eyes trailed up and down the woman's shirt and the left side of her mouth twitched involuntarily. Wow…
When Luan came up to the table, she didn't stop. She kept coming, placing a knee on the bench, an elbow on the table, and pushing her chest toward Maggie's face.
"Hey, there, Maggie, I heard you wanted a special order this time~"
Maggie nodded dumbly. Oh, she didn't even realize that Luan wasn't holding anything… no coffee or sticky-note… until she saw Luan's fingers untuck her work shirt.
"My, is it hot in here, Mags?"
Maggie's breath left her body in a sharp exhale when Luan's nimble fingers went to her uniform shirt's top button. Her pupils dilated, her heart stopped, her mouth flopped open in shock and excitement… when that button popped loose, followed by another one, and another one, and another one…
She caught sight of a yellow-polka dotted white bra through the growing opening as Luan slowly parted her shirt like a curtain. Each yellow spot had a smiley on it.
"Do you think you can help me cool off?"
That shirt was hung loosely around Luan's elbows, leaving her torso completely exposed. Luan's push-up bra made her chest look fuller, perkier. There was a ton of cleavage that tantalized Maggie's senses, and her fingers longed to reach out and-
She froze when Luan's panting mouth opened and released a throaty whine.
She looked at Luan's closed eyes and whimpering mouth and her creamy throat, and finally at her own hand which had slipped underneath that polka-dot bra.
Her core twinged beautifully as she gave Luan's breast a squeeze and rubbed her palm against the girl's hardening peak. Wow…
She stood up and ran her left hand along Luan's teasing ponytail before grabbing it at the base, right at the scrunchie, and she tugged Luan around until she was pressed between the table and Maggie's groin.
Maggie pushed herself tight against her teasing barista. Both of her hands were underneath that bra, her fingers tweaking her smiling rosy peaks. Luan was whining and begging for more, and those little sexy mewls coming from the back of her throat made Maggie yearn to give her all she had.
Luan leant back, bracing herself against the tabletop with outstretched hands. Her long, slender neck was being ravaged by Maggie's lips; little nips here and there that left behind tiny pink marks.
Maggie growled when she ran her velvety tongue over the throbbing vein in Luan's neck. She pushed the bra up and out of the way, and pulled away long enough to look at her girlfriend's comforting chest, so full and pillowy.
She licked her lips and that's all the reprieve Luan had before she cried out as Maggie assaulted her left breast with her lips, tongue, and teeth~
"M-M-Maggie, h-harder~!"
Oh, yeah, she'd give it harder alright.
Maggie's knee pried itself between Luan's legs and jerked forward, ripping another throaty moan of ecstasy from Luan's warm lips.
One of her hands drifted down the plane of Luan's lean stomach, so strong and rippling with energy from the hard work she did. All of that bending down for cups; all of that reaching way up to fix lights…
Maggie's lips soon followed, and she worshipped Luan's stomach like she was a priestess and Luan was her goddess; her one and all. Her tongue dipped down into her girlfriend's belly button at the same time as her sneaky hand ghosted over Luan's jeans-covered groin, and Luan's sudden shattering cry and violent spasm rocked Maggie to her very core.
Finally, she was there… at Luan's very center.
Her lips were starving… her tongue was aching for a taste…
Her fingers flipped open the button, pulled down the zipper, tugged on the waistband…
"Maggie, yes! Make me yours!"
Maggie quaked as waves of desire flooded her body, especially her center. She could feel it coming hard and fast.
"I'll make you mine, Luan~"
Those jeans and panties slipped over Luan's hips, and Maggie got a split-second view of intimate skin she'd never seen before-
"WOAH- Shot down in flames!"
Maggie's eyes blinked open. What?
"Shot down in flames~!"
What in the heck?
She rolled over in bed and looked at her stupid alarm clock. The freaking thing was going off… just, what?
"Ain't it a shame to be shot down in flames!?"
It… i-it was just a dream? What!?
Maggie growled as she pounded her hand too hard on the alarm clock, sending it crashing to the ground.
She laid back against her pillow with a frustrated groan. That dream was so real, she could have sworn it really was Luan that she was touching, tasting, pleasuring…
Her cheeks burnt and her legs twitched.
She actually dreamed about making love to Luan… to that swirly-ponytailed, teasing barista… her barista~
Not only made love, but claimed her, body and soul! She had Luan begging and crying out her name in endless heights of pleasure!
She couldn't help it. A little smile danced across her cheeks as she felt the afterglow of her dream.
And then, it faltered when she moved her legs and felt how wet and sticky her thighs were.
She sighed, but she didn't regret it. If anything, she was actually kinda bummed out that it wasn't real. But as she hopped out and got her things ready for an early morning shower, her heart was fluttering and dancing, spinning and twirling in a garden of flowering love at the thought that soon she'd see her sexy barista, get another pun…
…and maybe she'd ask her to do something together~
Luna was busy trying to wipe down this one problem spot on the counter. It was literally so shiny she could see her reflection in it, and that wasn't natural. It obviously needed cleaned some more.
She couldn't shake the strong feeling that she was being watched, but she knew she was.
Sam had her eyes on the barista, and Luna couldn't figure out why.
Luna was worried and biting her lips anxiously.
Was Sam angry with her about the condom-prank mishap?
Was she going to tell Luna she no longer wanted her to make her morning coffee and sandwich?
Was she going to tell her that she was moving far away and this would be the last time they'd see each other again!?
"Hey."
Luna jumped out of her skin at Sam's gentle voice.
"H-h-hi."
Sam had a very faint pink tint on her cheeks as she held her left elbow with her right hand. She was looking into Luna's frightened eyes.
"So… how are things?"
Oh, God. That's how it was starting. Ice plummeted into Luna's stomach and she knew she was frowning but couldn't do anything to stop it.
"Fine… I guess."
Things were definitely not fine. She'd been in love with this girl for over two years and blew it. She couldn't attract her because she was stupid. She couldn't ask her out because she was too freaking nervous. She was an idiot. A hopeless idiot full of girlish romantic dreams that were nothing more than smoke and air.
Sam hummed as her eyes looked down at Luna's robotically-cleaning hand.
"That's nice."
Things fell into an awkward silence then as both girls didn't know what to say next.
Well, Sam knew what she wanted to say, but couldn't decide how to say it.
Luna was really cool and a sweetheart, and Sam kinda, maybe, sorta had her eye on the girl ever since she stepped into this coffee shop two years ago. She tried to be cool and aloof, too, but she always made a fool out of herself by giggling at Luna's fumbling jokes and dorky personality. Giggling... like an itty bitty girl scout.
Honestly, she was scared to death that Luna wasn't interested in her, and that kept her from asking her out.
But she tried in subtle ways to send her messages.
She only ever asked for Luna to make her coffee and sandwich each morning. That's a strong enough message, right?
Sam sighed as she looked at Luna's uncomfortable face.
Wow, the girl looked frightened, and for one heart-stopping moment she fretted that Luna wasn't interested in women.
But then, she remembered that day several months ago when that patron that loved those trashy novels took the plunge and talked to her love interest… and even though that had ended horribly, it filled Sam with courage.
Nothing could be done if neither of them made a move. And how else would Sam know if Luna was interested if she didn't ask?
"L-Luna…?"
Luna's heart froze. Here it comes… ready to rip out her heart…
"Y-y-yeah…?"
Sam's breathing hitched. Here it comes… the moment of truth, sink or swim…
"D-do you wanna… see a movie sometime?"
She was proud of herself for getting it out. And her plan could work out either way: friends and more-than-friends could see a movie together with no problem. So, even if she didn't get a girlfriend out of the deal, she'd at least strengthen her bond with Luna.
As much as she wanted Luna to be her significant other, she wanted her as a friend just as much.
Luna, though; her heart stalled inside her ribs.
She blinked her eyes stupidly.
And then, after her brain got through the misfires and started running at full-throttle once again, a huge grin spread across her cheeks.
"Yes!" she nearly screamed out, throwing her fist in the air.
Sam drew back a step, her eyes wide and concerned.
Luna blushed and smiled sheepishly.
"Uh, yes, Sam. I'd love to do anything with you~"
Sam felt her pink cheeks burn just a little hotter at Luna's suggestive lilt.
"Well, that's… great!"
Luna leaned on her elbows, her eyes staring right at Sam's.
Sam's so freaking gorgeous when she blushes… an image of perfect beauty; a goddess from heaven standing before me, smiling on me…
Sam would wait a long time before she told her future girlfriend that not only did Luna speak that out loud, but literally everyone inside the coffee shop heard it… as well as the breathless sigh Luna uttered in pure adoration and love afterward.
Well, if Sam had any doubts about Luna's feelings before, they were certainly cleared up now!
It turned out Luna was just really shy and scared to make the first move… just like Sam.
As Maggie walked down the sidewalk, she tried her best to keep her mind on the positives.
Like her wet dream she had that morning.
But the afterglow of nocturnal climax was sadly marred by reality.
When she went to breakfast, there was another board member there.
That was the third one that spent the night since her father died.
He wasn't even buried… her mother had opted to cremate his body and set the urn on the table and eventually forgot about it.
When Maggie found it that morning, it was on its side and was close to falling off and shattering on the unforgiving ground.
Pure hatred filled her heart as she remembered a wife with fake tears and dramatic wails in a hospital room.
But things didn't get any better. Alfred told her (since mother was too busy entertaining multiple male guests in the lounge and bar) that her father's attorney was going to visit soon to read the will.
And that's when it struck her heart in painful realization.
Soon would come the time when Margaret Frost would take over the company, but they didn't like that idea. They couldn't have! Why else would mother whore herself to three different board members starting on the very night her husband died? They were coming together, literally, to make a plan to take the company away from her rightful grasp.
The news only got much worse as she was getting ready to leave for her morning sticky-note-coffee run. She happened to pass by Alfred's bedroom, and she heard a sniffle.
She knocked on the door and her mouth fell open, speechless, and her heart ached in pain.
Alfred tried his best to keep the frown off his face as he continued packing his belongings into suitcases, but nothing could dispel the tense air between them.
Her mother fired him because he had the audacity to imply she was disrespecting her husband's memory by entertaining other men.
She wasn't married anymore and she had no use for stuck-up, snobbish, holier-than-thou butlers that should mind their own fucking business.
Maggie leant against the door as her heart broke, but what could she do?
What could she do?
Alfred promised he'd keep in contact with her, but times would be hard. He didn't have a big savings; had no family; and the second he stepped outside the front doors, he'd become homeless.
Maggie had wrapped her arms around him and buried her teary eyes in his chest.
"Don't forget me, Alfred."
He chuckled through a sob as he patted her hair in a fatherly fashion.
"You've known since childhood that my name is Bartholomew, Margaret."
Maggie squeezed him harder.
He sighed as he wrapped his arms around her in return; his shirt was beginning to soak through with her tears.
"I won't forget you, Maggie."
She stuck close to his side until the taxi pulled up to the front door, and she found herself standing onto her tippy-toes to place a kiss on his cheek.
"I l-love you, Alfred."
He smiled as he instinctually adjusted the collar of her jacket that'd flipped up in her movement.
"I love you, too, Maggie."
When that car door closed, it shut off a part of her life that she feared she'd never see again.
He pressed his hand to the window and looked into her eyes as the vehicle moved away.
Maggie pressed her hand against an imaginary hand in the air and watched as he drove away, and possibly forever out of her life.
So, when she finally came upon the coffee shop, she was really struggling to keep her feet moving. She really wanted to go back to her bathroom, sit on the edge of her porcelain tub, and paint it with blood-red ink.
But she knew there was something even better that could comfort her in a desperate time of need.
Her barista.
She opened the door and already a tinge of a smile was dancing on her cheeks, but that fell the second she looked at the counter and didn't see her teasing waitress anywhere.
Where in the heck was she!?
Luan coughed as she swung her phone around, using its light to see her surroundings. She rolled onto her side and tried her best not to think about what was in the musty dirt she was laying in.
She'd called Carol's landlord, and it turned out to be a sweet-natured, elderly woman. And since Luan had Friday off, she offered to go in the morning and see what she could do.
Mrs. Woodhouse walked with a cane and a bowed back, but she had the spirit of a teenager. Within minutes of meeting Luan, she'd already resorted to gossiping about all the different love triangles going on in her building, and let Luan know a detailed profile of every bachelor and bachelorette... just in case she might be interested. As they came up to the maintenance room, the woman took out her key and unlocked it.
Luan stepped inside and hummed.
"So, what's the problem?"
Mrs. Woodhouse chuckled raspy.
"This old bag has one foot in the grave, honey, and I don't mean me."
Luan smiled wryly with the woman.
"But, uh, one apartment suddenly lost power in the bedroom. Can you fix that?"
Luan grinned happily.
"Oh, yeah!"
A few tests is all it took to determine the wiring was faulty; and unfortunately for Luan, that wiring was in the fabled crawlspace.
She was having a bit of trouble breathing as she reached out with a screwdriver to catch cobwebs and twist them together like spaghetti. She'd neglected to put on gloves, and her hands were nearly black from filth... just as she knew her face and neck were.
She crawled and crawled through murky darkness. She passed by the skeletons of a family of cats. That was certainly encouraging. Heh. At one point she had to cross over a muddy spot where a pipe was barely leaking out in a trickle. She couldn't avoid it completely, and her hip fell in it and she could feel the squishy water soak through to her bare skin.
It took a while, but eventually she made it to the problem spot. And going by sight, it appeared that mice had made a meal out of the wiring's insulation.
Luan laid her hand on the dirt and rested her head on her palm so she could relax and think. She felt like she really had to sneeze but knew it was only because that filth was in her nose, too.
This job wasn't really all that fun. It wasn't too interesting either. But Mrs. Woodhouse was paying her a pretty penny to do this and she'd already asked Luan to come back on her next free day, too!
With a stiff nod and a plan of action in mind, she crawled back toward the maintenance room hatch.
Things were really looking up for her!
Really, the only thing she was kinda bummed about was that she wasn't serving coffee to Maggie at the moment. But she'd be there tomorrow with a fresh pun in the oven. Ha! Get it?
Maggie was furious, but at what she couldn't tell. She'd placed her order with that short-haired brunette that was fawning over the blonde-haired woman by the counter, and hurried to her seat.
It wasn't the same.
Her fingers danced on the tabletop anxiously.
She needed to see Luan; not just because she was in lo- because she liked the woman, but also because she really needed a distraction from life.
She sighed.
She'd been thinking on this ever since yesterday… but… she was beginning to think Luan was more than just a distraction.
And that was probably why she was so furious: it was at herself.
Life could be simple when you don't let anybody in, when you don't get attached.
You grow dependent on a father and BAM! he kicks the bucket.
You try to look up to your mother and she turns out to be a second-rate whore.
You have one friend in the entire world that you can depend on, and he gets fired and forced out onto the streets.
What the heck was she even doing here?
What, would she seduce this woman for sex and throw her aside like her mother was doing? Would she develop a relationship with her and cling to her until Luan inevitably ripped her heart out?
Her arms crossed on the table and her face fell onto them with a frustrated groan.
Deep down she really didn't feel that Luan was like that, but it was still so scary.
She needed a new start, in a sense; a fresh beginning.
She… she needed a place where she could be Maggie and not Margaret; and then, test the waters with her sexy barista.
Father had told her long ago about the stipulations in the will. She was to get the company when he died, but she couldn't become CEO until she was twenty-five or something like that. But he also told her he'd leave her money, just in case things couldn't work out like he wanted. She didn't know how much that'd be… but…
Alfred's words were ringing in her ears. It's time for you to choose your own destiny…
Did Maggie want to run a corporation?
Did she want to suffer through everything that'd entail?
She was in college for a business degree. She could make a decent living running a small company. Maybe… maybe she could become an accountant, hypothetically speaking, and contract her services to a half-dozen small places like…
Her eyes looked around at the coffee shop and her eyes rested on the supervisor, whom was trying to take on too many tasks all at the same time.
Maybe she could help places just like this coffee shop get on top of things? Maybe she could become a permanent worker with a full-time job, an apartment all to herself, and free time that would otherwise be sucked up by the machinations of a corporate giant?
More importantly… she'd have more time to be around Luan.
If she went on to become CEO she'd be travelling a lot, sitting through more meetings than she could imagine, and working over weekends. To find time for Luan, she'd have to hire the woman as a personal assistant and risk her job because of the inevitable moves she'd make on her attractive PA.
But did she want to have more time to include Luan in her life?
She closed her eyes and that woman's angelic laughter surrounded her mind like a warm fire.
When she opened her eyes she was not surprised to feel a smiled on her cheeks.
Yeah, she figured she did want to make time for the goofball.
If she had more time she could also try to help Alfred.
If she had enough money from her inheritance, she could help him get back on his feet, bring him to this coffee shop every day, and spend the day with the two most important people in her life!
Her thoughts continued until her mother, her father's death, and the company had fluttered to the very back of her mind.
When she suddenly saw a cup of coffee set down right in front of her, her heart skyrocketed with joy!
And then it fell flat on its face when she didn't see a sticky-note.
She turned her eyes and saw that other barista looking at her with a curious expression.
"Thanks," Maggie said curtly.
She was going to be polite even though she was disappointed and the coffee wasn't going to be a fraction as good as when Luan made it. The fleeting image of a crooked smile and teasing ponytail brought a smile to her lips.
"You're welcome. Your name is Maggie, right? Luan talks about you a lot," said the other barista.
Maggie's mouth quirked to the side. Oh, really? She hummed. "Yes. So, what's your name?"
These women were obviously friendly to each other; it'd be best to get on her good side and better her chances with her barista.
The woman smiled as she set down at the table. "My name is Luna. Luan is my best friend."
Maggie felt a strange shiver run up her spine. Was that jealousy…? Nah, couldn't be.
"Oh."
Luna smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry though. Luan is totally interested in y-" She paused and slapped a hand over her mouth.
Maggie cocked a single eyebrow up to her bangs. "What?"
She saw movement out of the corner of her eye, and she glanced around. Was it just her or did it look like every single person there was eavesdropping on their conversation? Nah, couldn't be.
Luna blinked stupidly as she looked over top of Maggie's head.
Carol and Leni were looked at her with pleading faces. Carol was cutting her neck with her hand, and Leni was waving her hands frantically.
Luna looked over and saw Bobby and Sam both staring with horrified faces.
Gosh, even Ronnie Anne was there (thankfully without her boytoy) and she looked like she was ready to punch her in the face.
Luna sighed, and turned her eyes back toward Maggie's attentive face. She smiled awkwardly. "She's going to kill me if she finds out I told you, but she likes you."
Maggie's cheeks burst into flames. "Oh."
Luna started to reach a hand out, but thought better of it and pulled it back. "She won't tell me how she likes you…"
Maggie deflated a little at that. So, she probably only likes me as a friend…
"But…"
Maggie looked back up, trying not to get her hopes up.
"Luan's attracted to women."
Maggie felt a spike of energy surge through her heart. Attracted to women? That was a good thing. A very, very, very good thing!
Luna smiled as she stood up. "Enjoy your coffee." She gave her a wink before she set off toward the counter with a sigh of relief.
Maggie was left to her thoughts.
Amidst all of her worries about Alfred, a job, and a place to live, one thing was very clear to her…
She was going to seduce Luan.
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