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Summary: Another drunk night and Melissa is coming apart at the seams.
Warnings: alludes to closed door smut with R and someone else.
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Melissa wakes up with no idea where she is, how she got here, or where her phone is. The last thing that she remembers clearly is walking back into the restaurant and ordering a margarita float. It was made for a group of twelve, but she had finished it with little assistance from Barbara. It was the only thing that helped the fury that had settled in her bones from watching you kiss Wanda.
She groans, her head spinning as she sits up. It is then that Barb’s guest room comes into focus. She checks the nightstand for her phone, but all that greets her is a glass of water and a bottle of pain reliever.
She grabs for them, her hands shaking as she gulps down the water. She downs three pills, hoping it will stop the pounding in her head. The sudden rush of something that isn’t alcohol makes her stomach churn, and she has to take a couple of deep breaths to stop herself from throwing up. She slowly drinks the rest of the glass before attempting to get to her feet.
Her legs wobble at first, but eventually she finds herself steady enough to get to the bathroom. She takes a moment to scrub her face before she finally looks in the mirror. Her makeup is smeared down her face, and her eyes are bloodshot. She is a mess, and she knows it. The usual calm and composed Melissa Schemmenti has been replaced by someone she doesn’t recognize.
The person who stares back at her doesn’t stand up for what she wants. She cowers in the corner, too scared to accept what her heart desires. And now it has cost her everything. She is losing you, and everyone knows it.
A soft knock on the door jolts Melissa back into her body and out of her thoughts. “Melissa, you doing okay in there?”
Melissa opens the door to see a very concerned Barbara looking back at her. She ignores her and instead asks the question that has been burning in her brain since she woke up.
“Did you take my phone last night?”
Barbara seems unsuprised by the question, pulling the phone out of her back pocket. “I did. You weren’t in the right headspace to be making calls last night.”
Melissa doesn’t respond instantly, just rips her phone away and goes to her calls and texts. It appears she attempted to call you once, but the call lasted only a second before Barbara took it. There is a part of the redhead that is relieved that the other woman had intervened before she could make a fool of herself. But there was a much larger part that was annoyed that she had been robbed of the chance to talk to you. Maybe if she had been able to get a hold of you, she could have talked you out of whatever the hell you and Wanda had gotten up to.
“You had no right to stop me,” she snips back.
Barbara crosses her arms over her chest and glares at the redhead. “You were drunk, Melissa. You could barely string two words together. Then when you could talk, all you kept saying was sorry kiss.”
Melissa’s eyes fall to the ground as she realizes how badly she could have made things last night. Barbara lets her sit with it for a couple of moments before she speaks again.
“You need to get your feelings straight before you talk to her again, Melissa. I’m getting worried about you.”
It is the pity that hurts Melissa’s feelings more than anything. She hates it when the perfect, married Barbara pities her. All it does is make her realize how truly fucked up her whole life has become. She tries to bite back her response, but there is a little piece of her control that is still buried under the alcohol, so she says it anyway.
“You aren’t my fuckin mother, Barb, and you sure as hell aren’t my savior either.”
Barbara doesn’t even flinch at the words, and Melissa has a sinking suspicion that she said worse the night before. The only thing that her best friend does is move out of the way and gesture towards the front door.
“Ger and I are off to have brunch. I think you need some time to cool off,” She starts to walk down the hall back to her bedroom when she pauses and looks back. “Be gone by the time that we get home.”
Melissa just nods and then storms back to the guest room. She goes to slam the door but at the last moment catches it so that there is only a soft click. As soon as the door is shut, she sits on the bed and begins to cry.
“What the fuck am I doing?” She whispers as if the empty room will give her an answer.
When it doesn’t, she slides on her boots and grabs her keys from a spot that Barbara specifically made for her by the front door. Gerald’s car is already gone, robbing Melissa of the chance to apologize for how foolish she had been. But it wouldn’t have mattered anyway; Barbara would have told her to wait and try again when she means it.
So she slides into her car and starts driving.
Melissa doesn’t realize where she is going at first until she ends up parked across the street from your apartment. She has just built up the courage to go knock on your front door when it opens.
To her horror, Wanda walks out wearing one of your oversized band t-shirts that she knows you wear every year for when you set up your classroom. You follow behind Wanda with a beaming smile that Melissa hasn’t seen in months.
You are still in a loose tank top and shorts with your hair a mess, but Wanda doesn’t seem to mind. She moves a stray curl behind your ear before leaning in to whisper something. Even across the street, Melissa can see the way your cheeks burn as you throw your head back in laughter. She can only imagine what was said to get that response from you, and every option adds a crack to her already broken heart.
It doesn’t help that she watches as Wanda gets in the car and you lean to kiss her goodbye. It lasts just enough to border on being inappropriate for the public setting, but you don’t seem to mind. Finally, you pull away and wave her goodbye. You wait until Wanda’s car turns onto the street and then you turn back to go into your apartment. When the door is closed, Melissa waits and waits. She doesn’t know for what, but a little part of her hopes that maybe someone will figure out how she can turn back time to make up for all her mistakes.
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Earlier That Morning
You groan when you wake up, upset that even on the weekends you still have your school sleep schedule. You would do anything to grasp onto another couple moments of dreamland. Instead you are met with the smell of…bacon?
You lay in bed staring at the ceiling, trying to put together why your apartment smells like breakfast. You never eat breakfast.
You only have to wait a couple of moments before your answer comes.
“Sit up sleepy head, I made food,” Wanda says as she enters your bedroom.
She is already dressed, hair still damp from a shower, and clad in a pair of shorts and your favorite band shirt. You sit up trying to not look as confused as you feel.
“I thought your flight left at 6am?” You ask as she puts the plate in your lap.
“Natasha wanted to spend a couple extra hours with Ava and asked if we could push it back,” Wanda shrugs sitting across from you. “Gives me time to eat something other than overpriced airport food.” She reached over, plucking a piece of toast out of your hand and taking a bite. “You can stop looking so concerned. You are one of the best women I have slept with but I'm not suddenly in love with you.”
You bark out a laugh before stealing the toast back. “That obvious huh?”
Wanda smiles, picking up her own fork. “You look terrified like I was going to give you the whole you are my glasses speech from Grey’s Anatomy.”
“I'm sorry, I just have never done this before,” you say awkwardly. “What do we do now we are…”
“Friends with benefits? Fuck buddies? Sneaky links? Pocket pals?” Wanda guesses with a smirk on her face.
You can't help the crunch of your nose at her last nickname. “Please never. Ever. Use that one again.”
“Noted,” She winks before moving your empty plate to the night stand. “Now that we are doing this it’s simple. We sext, we facetime or call occasionally, and when I'm in town we link up.”
“I think I can get behind that,” you murmur softly.
“It’s supposed to be a no pressure type of situation. Anytime you want out or I want out…it’s over,” she says her hands gently tracing up your thighs. “Now just relax and let me get one final taste before I leave.”
Which is how you end up with bruises dotting your inner thighs that you hadn't noticed before your shower. You trace them lightly and smile trying to push back the lingering guilt that has settled in your stomach.
It doesn’t matter that Melissa saw you kissing Wanda yesterday. You were under no obligation to explain yourself to her. She didn't explain herself when she left you on her doorstep crying over the bitter words she said. Melissa hadn't hesitated to remind you exactly how little you meant to her that day. It was time you finally accepted that.
Yet as you get out of the shower and wander to your room your eyes linger on a photo of you and Melissa. Her arm is draped across your shoulders and she is leaning to give you a soft kiss on the cheek. She had called it your prize for winning the readathon that year.
Now you wished desperately that could be the kind of kiss she gave you purely because she wanted to.
You tear your eyes away from the picture whispering: if she wanted to she would. If she wanted to she would.
*ೃ༄ ➛ Orange embers popped from the bedroom’s fireplace, sizzling once they met the brick walls restraining them. You stared into the flames – your face reflecting their glow – and thought about nothing in particular; you just wanted to warm up. Winter was cruel tonight. The biting freeze followed you everywhere in the castle. Your daughters were on lockdown in their bedrooms with blankets and quilts and their own fire to keep them alive, but you and your wife couldn’t isolate so easily. There was a castle to run.
You could faintly hear Alcina’s voice in the other room, though the closed door muffled it; you could make out that she was on another phone call, seemingly arguing with the recipient on the other end. You guessed it was Heisenberg trying to recruit her help for another experiment, or perhaps another lousy attempt at convincing her to turn against Mother Miranda – judging by the underlying frustration in her tone, it had to be something along the lines of those dreadful sorts.
You blinked yourself back into reality, glancing around the room to re-engage with your surroundings. Your head felt like a haze from the cold. It was nearly painful to think. You lazily threw another log into the fire, watching as it grew violent before settling down to a steadier flame. The grand bed in the corner of your eye was tempting; it had been all evening. You refused to rest if your wife was still working, but she could work all night if you let her. An hour ago, you had asked her to call it a day, as nothing sounded better than burrowing like your daughters were doing, and Alcina said she would only be a few more minutes. This was the longest few minutes of your life.
Your feet moved on autopilot, your mind too slow to process anything that you were doing. Your fingers were shivering, the bones achingly bending around the doorknob of her office; you crouched beneath the door, inviting yourself in. Alcina turned her head to look at you with a curious eye, the white and gold phone clutched to the side of her face, her hat discarded on the desk, and a blanket that was far too small for her body was haphazardly wrapped around her shoulders. The more you approached her, the more your heightened hearing could make out Heisenberg's voice. You no longer felt so bad hanging up if it was on him. Your hand reached out, yanking the phone from her grasp and placing it back into its holder.
Alcina looked you up and down, her eyebrows raised. “You can’t just hang up my business calls.”
“Was he really that important to you?” You outreached your hand for her to take.
She hummed, or groaned, or a sound mixed in the middle. After rubbing her eyes, her gloved fingers interlocked with yours. She followed your lead, shockingly not as argumentative as she’d usually be. You weren’t surprised if that man drained her energy with his nonsense rambles. “Come to bed, you’ve worked enough.”
“I still need to contact Mother Miranda about the Cadou implements down in the cellar-”
“Do that tomorrow, darling; she can wait.” You pulled her to the bed, only releasing her hand when you were in reach of the duvet. You grabbed the cover, quickly pulling it down with a lack of grace, and throwing yourself beneath it. You sighed at the immediate cocoon of warmth.
Alcina was more patient – she’d been alive much longer than you, so to her, this winter wasn’t the coldest that she’s ever experienced. It was still unpleasant, though, more than the previous few years had been. That she could admit. “You could have gone to bed without me. I wouldn’t have minded.”
“I wanted you with me.” As soon as Alcina layed down, your body was attached to hers like a starfish; one arm and leg over her front. “You make it warmer.”
She wrapped her arms around you, pulling you closer and nuzzling her nose into the top of your head, vanilla and ivory shampoo filling her senses. “Do I?” She echoed, voice low and quiet. Your body tensed above her. Your lips brushed along her collarbone, not kissing, simply feeling. She pulled your body towards her even more, adjusting your position until you were fully on top of her; your lower half so close, painfully close to resting against hers through the layers of both your sleep clothes. She inhaled; you heard it – the small shake in how she was breathing. Slow, in and out, yet unsteady. Your mouth ghostly touched up her neck, your tongue darting out to lick around where her pulse once was hundreds of years ago. You briefly imagined how warm her blood would’ve been, how nice it’d feel coating your tongue and your throat as it slid down to stain your stomach. Maybe just a bite, you thought, which was a weird idea to have. You weren’t the kind who enjoyed biting or eating flesh; the wine was just about all you could handle. Nevertheless, your teeth grazed her skin, enough for her to tilt her head, allowing you more access. You knew you wouldn’t draw anything out of her; her body simply didn’t work that way anymore, but you’d get a gasp and maybe a soft, breathless scream. You rolled your hips once – subconsciously – your stomach filling with heat. The cold outside of the bed didn’t seem so intimidating anymore.
Alcina shifted, a weak attempt to move her hips up, to feel any more pressure on her hardening cock. Her fingers were digging into your shirt, just below your shoulder blades.
You licked your own teeth; sharp against your tongue. “Stay still.” Your nose brushed a trail up to her ear, inhaling the lingering scent of her bath oils. “I bet you’d taste divine, wouldn’t you?”
Alcina’s lips curled into a toothy, charming grin. “I thought you were squeamish.” Her covered hands slid up over your shoulders, momentarily cupping your cheeks before finding placement in your hair. She gently pulled, taking your face away from her neck so that she could see you. Alcina could have sworn your golden eyes were brighter yet clouded over with such a hungry glint. Her breath hitched. For a moment she thought you were falling into bloodlust – that something had triggered your senses, but another grind of your hips, this one slower, like you were drawing out the faint pressure on your clit, changed her mind. She forced herself to swallow, her throat now dry at the image of you craving to taste her. For a woman so in control, she found herself wanting you to bite and suck and mark her porcelain skin with tiny holes that only your teeth could create. The eye contact was intimate, romantic, even – a thousand words spoken in silence. She watched you move your body away just enough so that you could trail a menacing hand down to her boxers beneath her nightgown, cupping the bulge in your palm and squeezing until her lips parted and her bag arched. Neither wanted to undress; both still frightened by the cold, but you worked around it, pushing her gown up and pulling her black boxers down just enough for her dick to freely show. The sudden exposure of air caused Alcina to bite her lip in a failed attempt to stifle a whimper. Your ears perked up; you truly adored how noisy she got. With clumsy movements, you quickly straddled her again, your own gown pooling around her stomach, hand sliding down to find your underwear already damp and no doubt ruined. You could feel your wet leaking. Your fingers pulled the lining to the side, gathering sticky residue in the process. Alcina was about to tell you to start slow – just the tip so that you wouldn’t risk hurting yourself, but you were far too impatient. You sank down on her, earning a surprised gasp that melted into a moan. She was thick, but you sucked her sinfully; you had grown used to her – like your body was permanently molded by her. Wet sloshes filtered your hearing as your slick coated her cock, your hips circling and rolling like you couldn’t decide which movement felt better. She made another undignified noise, one so odd to hear from someone so regal.
Alcina’s hands flew to your hips in an effort to control your rhythm, only for you to grab them and hold them above her head. “Take it.” You breathed against her lips, close enough to touch but far away enough not to fully kiss. Alcina’s chest was already heaving; her head shook no, whining that she couldn’t latch onto your pink lips. You clicked your tongue, staring at her petulant face with an arched brow. “Words.” You sat up, tapping her wrists in a silent command that she keep them above her head before bringing your hands down, cupping her breasts and massaging them through her shirt. Alcina’s fingers locked around the wooden headboard; you took notice of how hard she was trying not to snap the wood in half.
She stuttered, struggling to get any words out, her voice cracking. ‘“Too fast!” The way your walls clenched and squeezed around her drove her crazy. She could feel every pulse around her tip. Her muscles were contracting in hopes of lasting longer. “I can’t, fuck – I can’t.”
A cruel smirk adorned your face as you watched her helplessly wiggle and squirm beneath you – unable to escape your relentless, pleasurable torture. You knew how quickly she’d finish if you didn’t start slow; you just didn’t care. She was warm, and she massaged the deepest parts of you to the point that you were selfishly focused on your own pleasure. Her noises were the prettiest, dirtiest melody you’d ever heard. Her ruling voice was reduced to pathetic whimpers and stammers.
“Just lie there, darling.” You interrupted one of her begs, one hand leaving her breast to wrap around her neck; you bent back down to obsess over the soft skin below the corner of her jaw once more. “Lie there and let me take what I want. Can you do that?”
She nodded, but really, what choice did she have?
Her mouth was open in constant moans, causing her lips to dry out and start chapping, but neither of you cared. You’ll wet them with kisses later. The bed was rocking, most likely squeaking louder than either of you realized. Alcina’s hands still held the headboard, but now you spotted a tiny crack that wasn’t there before. She was already overwhelmed, her balls tight and her stomach constricted until it hurt to breathe, and you were practically making out with her neck, soft squelched from your lips and the heat of your tongue burning her skin. Whatever this new fixation of yours is, it was destroying her composure.
“Oh, darling, please~” She was repeating your name as if she didn’t already have all of your attention. Like she wasn’t at the very center of your world right now. Her babbles didn’t make sense; they were just incoherent noises that sometimes made a proper word, but you knew what she was pleading so desperately for. You nodded, giving her permission and simultaneously deciding that she would have to keep going despite her sensitivity afterward. It wasn’t all your fault that she couldn’t last.
Alcina turned her head to place a lazy kiss on the top of your hair, keeping her face against you as her hips clumsily rocked upward, her voice breaking in low moans. You felt hot liquid paint your flesh, causing you to shiver and drive your body further against hers; hips aggressively rolling, her softening dick trapped in your ruthless pace.
Alcina’s eyes squeezed shut, her head aching, her bones melting into what felt like a sweaty puddle. She thinned her lips, forcing herself to swallow past her uncontrollable groans. It hurt – like ice and lava were being poured all over her abdomen, but at the same time, your panting and the inability to keep your mouth away from her skin was heavenly.
She felt your teeth poke at her neck but not break through the surface layer – as if you were too scared to commit. In an act of disobedience that she was sure she’d pay for later, Alcina’s hands retreated from the headboard, leaving behind several small cracks and dents, and instead wrapped themselves under your thighs.
Your mouth opened to scold, but she was faster. She lifted your hips with ease, allowing herself to thrust into you in a rougher rhythm. The sounds of your pussy engulfing her over and over again nearly sent your vision to white. “Just like that.” You breathed, “Keep going, darling.”
Alcina’s world narrowed down to your praise, her raw need returning to please you, to give you everything you wanted.
You swore she was going deeper, driving herself into you in such a poetic way that your legs started to tremble, your ears rang, your throat burned like no matter how hard you tried to breathe, the air wouldn’t come. You were hungry, starving, and boiling; a complete contrast to the wintry world outside of your lust-filled bubble. Alcina knew how to be good, knew how to please you – how to work your body to make you drunk on her thrusts. It happened too fast; your brain mushed and was out of control, your body taking over on pure instinct and sinful need. Your teeth dug into her neck, piercing the white skin and drawing a small scream from Alcina, temporarily halting her movements until the pain melted into sadistic pleasure. Your mouth didn’t fill with thick, red blood, but Alcina’s squirming and the second round of warm cum was enough to fill the void. Alcina lifted you again, shoving her own orgasm into you deeper, harder, faster; each thrust came with a grunt from equal parts overstimulation and effort. You could feel her essence leaking from your swollen hole, or maybe it was your own, or maybe even both. You didn’t realize you were cumming until your mouth fell from her skin, leaving behind a pattern of small, punctured holes. You gasped, the waves washing over you unexpectedly – it felt out of person, like your body wasn’t yours.
Alcina slowed out of pure exhaustion; you could hardly move to get off of her. Without grace, you rolled to the side, falling onto your back with a bounce, both of your night-gowns now ruined with cum. You felt suffocatingly full in the best way possible.
Alcina’s hand slowly reached out, feeling over the mark you left behind. “Feral little thing, aren’t you?” She spoke in fascination more to herself than to you. You blinked, becoming aware of the soft, silk sheets and the cotton duvet and the fact that you just bit your wife.
“Oh, my God!” You shot upright, wincing at the soreness that bloomed through your entire lower half. “Are you okay?”
Alcina chucked as you crawled on top of her to inspect the wound, which was already closing up. “I’ve had worse.” She pulled you down, finally kissing your lips, pouring herself into you and sucking your mouth at the same time. Her tongue met yours, tiredly moving against it until she pulled away, a string of saliva connecting you both. “Let’s clean up.” She whispered, eyes staring over your face like you were the most valuable treasure she’d slaughter men to protect. “Then we can discuss your…” She gestured to her neck in a waving motion, “Whatever that was.”
You could only nod, following her out of the bed, to which both of you remembered the aching cold that was now biting at every part of your body. Alcina shivered; you cussed, practically running to the bathroom. She watched in amusement, so sure that the castle had just shaken with each step, and awe that you somehow didn’t hit your head on the doorframe. Her neck was starting to sting, and she wobbled; her legs were now stiff. Maybe the cold affected you differently than it did her daughters – a theory that she pondered while walking to the bathroom. Maybe it made you hormonal, but how could she bring that question up to Mother Miranda in a normal way?
Summary: Melissa and August get to know each other better after the book signing…
A/N: It's been a month since I updated this one. 😬 Whoops! Oh, well. You all know I'm old and I never have any free time or energy to write anymore. Thanks for showing up anyway when I do finally manage to post. Enjoy!
tags: age gap, established relationship, domestic fluff, VERY fluff, kissing <3
wc: 759
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“Is this okay?”
“Hmm?”
“Am I doing it right?”
“What, honey?”
“Kissing, I mean.”
Melissa furrows her brow.
She’s lying beneath you on the couch, her red hair spread across the pillow, her cheeks flushed and her breathing ragged. Your question catches her off guard.
“Hmm, I don’t think there’s a right way to do it, hon,” she says, a little confused.
“But are you enjoying it?” you insist.
You’re lying on top of her, between her legs, your elbows bent at her sides to support your weight.
“Of course,” she says. “I like everything you do. Come here.”
Melissa pulls you by the neck to kiss her again. You stop before your lips can touch.
“But are you enjoying it because the kiss is good or just because it’s me?”
“Does it matter?”
“I think so.”
“Oh, girl.”
Her head falls back onto the pillow, and she raises her eyebrows at you, pouting her lips.
“Don’t you’d rather just keep quiet and make out a little longer?” she teases, sliding her index finger from your neck down to your chest. You let out a little laugh.
“I just wanted to know. Stop, that tickles.”
She laughs too.
“I like kissing you. I think kissing you is delightful.”
You lean in for a peck on the lips. Melissa lets out a little sound of delight.
“See? I love it.”
“Okay, good to know.”
You lean in for a real kiss, happy with the confirmation that she loves you; she didn’t say it with those exact words, of course, but it was implied.
Melissa lets the kiss go on for a few minutes, but before things can really heat up, she pushes you away gently.
“Why?” she asks.
“What?”
“Why did you ask that?”
“I don’t know, I just wanted to be sure.”
“Do you think I don’t show it enough?”
“No, I didn’t say that.”
She seems a little offended now, and you try to apologize.
“I was just thinking out loud. I got a little insecure, sorry.”
Melissa nods.
“You don’t need to apologize,” she says. And then, “Do I make you feel insecure?”
“What? No.”
“No?”
“No.”
“You better be telling the truth, kid. You know what happens to pretty girls who lie.” Melissa forces out a ridiculous masculine voice to say this. A thrill runs down your spine every time she does one of those silly voices.
“What?” you ask, already excited to hear the answer.
Melissa stares at you for a moment. Her gaze is full of affection.
“Well, traditionally, I think your nose grows. You know, just like Pinocchio. You’re not too young to not know Pinocchio, sweetheart.”
“Melissa!” You raise your arm to give her a playful pat on the shoulder but end up slipping when your other hand can’t support your own weight. You collapse onto Melissa, and she holds you up so you don’t fall off the couch.
“Calm down! Do you really want to devour me that badly?”
“The big bad wolf devours people, Melissa, not Pinocchio.”
“And I’m not so old that I don’t know fairy tales, you naughty girl.”
“All right, all right, enough talk.”
She doesn’t argue, and you kiss again. It feels good to spend the afternoon like this, in her arms, lips locked with hers, legs intertwined, the plastic of the couch making a huge noise every time you move—
“Oh, wait.” You pull away.
Melissa is starting to get annoyed.
“What?” she asks.
“Can we go to the bedroom? That noise is driving me crazy.”
“No. Too far.” She kisses you and you shut up.
One of her legs breaks free from the tangle of your bodies and slides up your hip, pressing your weight against her. You gasp, and the couch creaks.
She breaks the kiss once more and presses her forehead against yours.
“If we go to the bedroom,” she begins, “will the big bad wolf eat Goldilocks?”
“Don’t ever say that again,” you reply.
She laughs and pushes you off the couch. You get up, feeling a little sluggish after relaxing there for so long, and take her hand so you can go upstairs.
Melissa throws you onto the bed when you reach the bedroom and climbs on top of you. Your face reflects the pure adoration you feel for her, and for a moment she doesn’t do anything to you, she just gazes at every detail of your skin.
“Yeah,” she says, thinking out loud for a change. Her fingers run through your hair, and she strokes your face. “You really are a delight.”
Summary: Melissa doesn't know what is going to kill her first: the guilt or watching you on your first date.
Warnings: Angst (I mean it's me after all)
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The day of the date with Wanda comes, you are excited…mostly. You and Wanda have been talking for days with plenty of flirting that sends you to bed thinking about a different redhead for the first time in months. So it isn’t the connection that is making you nervous; it is the fact that you haven’t been on a date since the failed attempt with Melissa, if you could even call that a date. To her, it hadn’t been so; maybe you needed to stop thinking of it that way. That meant the last time you had really been on a date had been years, though, which makes you even more nervous.
“Can you stop thinking so loudly?” Ava asks, pulling you from your anxiety. “I can just look at you and know that you are about to come apart. Just put this on.”
You look down at the outfit that Ava is holding in her hand. “No way in hell am I putting that on.”
“And why the hell not?” Ava counters. “You and I both know the only thing you want out of this date is to get laid. This will get you laid.”
“You make me sound so cold,” you growl as you take the clothes from her hands, not exactly denying her claim. You wanted to get laid, hell, you needed it. You needed anything to remind you that you were human.
Ava shrugs. “If Wanda wants the same thing, then I don’t see anything cold about it.”
You raise your eyebrow at your friend. “How do you know that is what Wanda wants? Are you plotting behind my back again?”
“Nah, I just know how Wanda works. She wants a fun time for as long as she can get it. She moves around too much to settle down,” Ava explains, nodding towards the outfit. “Now go get the outfit on and make sure that you wear the push-up bra that makes your boobs extra perky.”
“You know way too much about my boobs,” you grumble, going to your bathroom.
“They are nice boobs!” Ava yells before you slam the door in her face.
The silence that follows allows you to take a deep breath. This was going to go better than it had with Melissa. It had to. You didn’t know how much more heartbreak you could take. It felt like you had enough to carry you through a lifetime. It didn’t help that the way she kissed you last week still lingered on your lips, and the words she whispered pounded in your head anytime there was any semblance of silence.
You look at the bathroom mirror, and your eye catches the Post-it notes that you have hung all across it. Little snippets of motivational quotes to remind you, even on the most difficult days, that things will get better. Your eyes linger on a red one that hides in the corner. If she wanted to, she would have. You put that one up shortly after Melissa had rejected you the last time. In those simple words, you captured everything you needed to know. You had given Melissa a million chances to show you that she actually wanted you, and she hadn’t. It was time to move on and find something to scratch the itch that had taken residence underneath your skin.
You throw your lounging clothes in the hamper by the door, determined that you were going to make the most out of this date. With a couple of tugs, the black pants Ava gave you slide over your curves and settle right above your hips. You don’t button them at first, pulling on the striped tank top that had been chosen for the occasion. With the hem tucked in, you pulled the corset belt tight around you, fighting the buttons for a moment. When it finally clips into place, you button the pants closed and smooth your hands down your front. It is tight enough to accentuate your curves but loose enough that you can still breathe. You fluff your curls one final time before pulling on your rings that litter both hands. To complete the outfit, you decide on adding a necklace that loops three times around your neck before the charm finally settles between your breasts. It is then that you pause, but finally pop up the last button that exposes the outline of your lace brace. If you were going to commit to the bit, then you were going to fully commit.
When you step out of your room, Ava lets out a low whistle. “Now that is my hot ass bitch. I knew you could do it.”
You roll your eyes, flipping her off. “Alright bitch, now get out of my house and back to your girl.”
“I’ll call you tomorrow.” Ava winks as she heads for the door. “Early but not that early.”
“Why am I friends with you?” You growl, but then a soft smile crosses your face. “Love you, Ava.”
“Not as much as I love you, nerd,” she says, leaning in to give you a soft kiss on the cheek. “Now go clear out those cobwebs.”
You roll your eyes, going to yell at her, but she is already halfway down your driveway. You watch her get in her car and drive down the street before you finally shut your front door. Ava is a pain, but you know deep down past that cold exterior, she really loves you and only wants the best for you.
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Melissa knows what day it is. Of course she does. You hadn’t wanted to talk about your date, but Barbara had finally pulled it out of you at lunch one day. It concerned Melissa that you were going on a date with a woman you barely knew. You should be going out with someone who knew that you needed to walk closest to the buildings cause you often wandered too close to the street. Someone who knew that you often got nervous when ordering food and would repeat what you wanted multiple times just to remember the order. Someone who knows you and will cherish what that means.
“Melissa, are you even listening?” Barbara asks, pulling the redhead from her thoughts.
“Sorry, Barb, I'm just not in it today,” Melissa sighs.
“Still thinking about Y/N?”
Mel runs a hand through her curls and shrugs. “Just worried about her going on a date with a stranger. It isn't safe.”
Barbara raises an eyebrow as she studies her friend. “You know that is how normal people date, right? That is how you found your ex-husband.”
It is a low growl that escapes the redhead, which makes Barbara tilt her head to the side. “Melissa, you need to let it go. You had your chance with her.”
The regret rips through Melissa as she remembers that night. You had been so excited, and she had let insecurities get in the way. She had spent the entire evening telling herself all of the things that were wrong with herself. By the time you had taken her home, Melissa had convinced herself that it had been nothing more than a dinner with a good friend. It took her days to recognize her mistake, and by that time, you were gone, so far retreated into your shell that she knew she had lost her chance forever.
“Thanks for the reminder, Barb,” Melissa says pitifully. “I just…I kissed her last week, and I thought things might have changed between us. But all it did was make me realize that I’m a chicken who will never leave the comfort of what is familiar.”
“Oh, sweetheart, it’s all going to work out.” Barbara soothes even though she doesn’t really believe it. She had been trying to convince Melissa for years to do something different but it always ended up the same way. She places a soft hand on her best friend’s shoulder. “Come on, let’s go get dinner. Margaritas will help you feel better.”
Melissa agrees because maybe drowning herself in spicy margaritas might fill the hole in her heart. However, it immediately becomes a mistake when they walk into their usual Mexican restaurant, and she spots you. It is your laugh that catches her attention first. It breaks through the clatter of plates and murmurs of other people talking and draws her eyes to you.
You are leaning over the table completing ignoring your food as you look at Wanda. Melissa’s eyes flick down to your shirt, where your breasts are barely contained, and that's when she sees it. Wanda’s hand comes out to pluck at your necklace, her fingers twisting in the metal a couple of times before she pulls you in. Your face burns red, but you smile, which makes Melissa bite her bottom lip to stop from whimpering.
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“How about we skip dessert and go back to your place?” Wanda asks as she continues to twirl your necklace between her fingers.
“That is something I can get behind,” you smile, but then pause when the insecure part of your brain begins to catch up. “You should know that I’m not interested in a relationship…I just.”
“Need to get laid to remember what having a good time is like?” She asks so unfazed that you laugh before nodding. “Don’t worry, baby, that is exactly what I’m looking for.”
“Then it sounds like we are a match made in the stars,” you say, and there is a slight pink tint to Wanda’s cheeks as she calls the waiter for the check.
She pays quickly and then grabs your hand, pulling you through the restaurant faster than your feet can keep up. You stumble outside, and before you can gain your bearings, your back is pressed up against the wall. You let out a huff of air and then a little moan as her teeth graze the side of your neck. Your hand goes to curl in her hair when you hear it: a soft cough of someone who has been rudely interrupted by a horiness neither of you could contain.
Wanda pulls away slightly with her hands still grasped around your waist. You open your eyes and turn to find Melissa watching you. There is a cigarette hanging out of her lips, and any other time, you would have lingered on the way her lips curled around it. Today, all you can do is try to stifle a laugh.
“Mel! I didn’t know you were here,” you say with a smile so bright that Melissa feels her stomach clench.
“Barb and I were having margaritas. Why don’t you and your date join us?” She asks, attempting not to let her distaste show through gritted teeth.
You don’t even hesitate in your response. “Next time, Wanda and I are heading out for dessert.”
Wanda laughs then, and Melissa has the horrible realization that she knows exactly what you are about to do. She is useless to stop it though as you wave a goodbye and run through the pouring rain with Wanda back to your car. Her eyes linger for only a moment to see Wanda push your back up against the car and begin to kiss down your neck again.
When she can finally look away, she flicks the cigarette to the ground, stomping it out with her foot. There was only one way to remedy the jealousy that clung to her every nerve ending, waiting to eat her alive: endless margaritas until she couldn’t remember her own name.
Summary: Melissa Schemmenti is single at last, and she's finally making time for herself again. That includes getting caught up on her favorite mystery series: The Acadia Reports by August Fletcher. And when an Abbott colleague informs her that the mysterious author is a Philly native with a book signing event coming up at a local bookstore, Melissa can hardly wait to meet her face-to-face.
A/N: Hello, dear readers! I've had a horrible mental health week, and I am desperately trying to save myself with the healing power of Melissa Schemmenti. Here's a sneak peak of the next chapter. Looking forward to finishing it and sharing it soon. Stay tuned!
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Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
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You signed the last book, put the cap on your marker, and then pulled your messenger bag over your shoulder. You said your goodbyes to the event coordinator and the rest of the staff and left your agent to wrap up the business portion of the evening. You looked out the front window and grinned when you caught sight of the gorgeous redhead who was still there waiting for you.
And you were so entranced that you practically levitated toward the exit. Toward her.
“Hey! I’m sorry that took so long! Apparently, Violet is very talkative. Thanks again for waiting for me,” you said with an apologetic smile as you met Melissa just outside the bookstore.
“Oh, don’t apologize, hon! You’re kind of a big deal around here. This was your night. It was real nice hearin’ you talk to all your adorin’ fans. You were great with ‘em. And anyway, I don’t mind the extra time out in the fresh air. I know some people think Philly stinks. But I love it! Smells like home to me,” Melissa laughed, tucking a loose curl behind her ear.
“I know exactly what you mean! I spend a few months up in Maine writing every year. And I actually find myself missing that distinct Philly aroma when I’m away,” you replied, tickled that you both seemed to appreciate the city’s infamous odor.
A surprised smile formed on Melissa’s bright red lips as she nodded along in agreement. “Right? See, tourists just don’t get it! The stench is part of the true Philadelphia experience. Y’know?”
“Definitely,” you chuckled. “So, I know you said you wanted to grab drinks. But… can I be honest with you?”
“Y-yeah, sure. What’s up?” Melissa asked, her confidence faltering imperceptibly.
“I’m starving! Would it be okay if we had dinner before drinks?” you asked hopefully.
Melissa’s green eyes lit up with excitement as she adjusted the strap of her purse. “I think we can make that happen, Ms. Fletcher. Anythin’ in particular you’re cravin’ tonight, sweetheart?” Melissa asked as she pulled her car keys from the pocket of her leather jacket and then looked back at you expectantly.
“Oh, I dunno… maybe… Italian?” you replied smoothly.
Melissa’s jaw dropped slightly before she shook her head and laughed softly. “Are all writers like this?” the redhead wondered as she gestured for you to follow her over to her car.
“Like what?” you replied curiously.
“Smooth operators with silver-tongues,” Melissa teased.
Your cheeks flushed at the compliment and her playful tone. But you were determined to play it cool. “Nah. It’s just me. All the other writers out there are a bunch of bums!” you declared as you stepped out into the street to open Melissa’s door for her. And the gesture seemed to catch her completely off-guard.
“Well, would ya look at that! Guess chivalry ain’t dead after all,” Melissa said, praising you indirectly as she sat down and watched in awe as you gently closed the door behind her.
“Not while I’m around,” you whispered to yourself with a pleased grin, crossing in front of the vehicle to enter on the passenger’s side. “So, where’s the best place for Italian food around here?”
“Gotta be Dante & Luigi’s over on 10th street. The menu can be a little intimidatin’. But I’ll take care of ya, hon. I’ll make sure ya get what ya want,” Melissa assured you with a wink. And your entire body flushed with warmth. “You up for it?”
“Y-yes. Yeah. D-definitely,” you replied, struggling to maintain your composure.
“Good! Now, buckle up. Let’s go get ya somethin’ tasty to eat,” Melissa said with a confident nod.
And you did your best to keep your mind from drifting to the gutter and your eyes from wandering over Melissa Schemmenti’s perfect body as she entered the flow of traffic outside the bookstore.
Later the following week Madi plans a double date out to one of the bars. You’re excited to meet the guy she’s crazy about. You’re also excited to go out with Melissa. As a coup- whatever you guys are. You haven’t really broached the topic.
You and Madi are getting ready. She talks you into a bold red lip that contrasts against your dark hair. She helped you straighten your curls adding soft waves to the ends.
You both packed you favorite cocktail dresses. Yours a short little black number with a low v-neck that showcases your soft curves and perky breasts. Madi’s was the same but in an eye-catching scarlet red.
You pull up your over-the-knee boots to match before looking over your look in the mirror. “Is this too much?”
“Definitely not. Mom’s gonna be drooling!”
You help her with her gold heels that weave up her legs with straps with a dainty bow tied at the back of her calves. She looks stunning with her sun kissed tan she’s adopted over the summer. “Drew is gonna have to keep his jaw off the floor when he sees you.”
“You think?”
“I won’t accept any other reaction. He better appreciate.”
You both laugh before heading downstairs to wait for Melissa.
When she descents the steps you feel the air ripped from your lungs. Your eyes quite literally bug out of your head as you your hand grips around Madi’s forearm for support. “Jesus, Mom! You’re gonna kill her!”
She does a little spin and your eyes drop to the curve of her ass before lifting to her breast spilling over the top. “It’s too late. The damage is done.” You whisper.
She’s got on a black dress that stops mid thigh. There’s a broad vertical cheetah print strip that runs down the center. Her curves stretch the fabric, mirroring her hourglass figure. To finish you off, she’s donned a tall pair of black pumps which accentuates her strong calves that flex with every step closer to you.
She kisses the corner of your mouth and smiles wickedly as her eyes drop to your cleavage. “I prefer to keep you alive, hon.”
“I’m right here!”
You laugh trying to diffuse the tension before pressing a timid kiss to her lips. “You look… wow.”
“Okay, save the porn for when I’m gone. Let’s go!”
Melissa drives this time and Madi begrudgingly gives you shotgun while she leans over the center console from the backseat.
When you arrive at the bar she spots Drew already holding a table for the three of you. She struts over immediately and gives him a kiss. He stands up when you catch up and pulls out a chair for Melissa and then you.
Madi however takes her spot on his lap.
“It’s so nice to finally meet you both. Madi talks very highly of you guys.”
“Really?” You say skeptical, knowing she probably spilled possible blackmail evidence.
You enjoy dinner with everyone and get to know Drew. You haven’t seen Madi like this with anyone since you’ve met her. Now in her own seat she stares at Drew when he talks and when she’s talking she keeps physical contact at all times. She’s got big heart eyes for the guy. And you actually like this one.
Madi convinces you guys to hit a dive bar she spotted a few doors down. The night is going well. You all dance to a couple songs. Drew had all of your purses draped over him as he danced and twirled Madi.
It all made sense when he told you about having sisters and the big brother energy all made sense. He knows how to treat and respect a girl.
Melissa is dancing with you when you twirl her and pull her back to your front. Her ass fits perfectly against your hips as she sways to the beat. Your hand is on her hip as the other wraps around her tummy pulling her even closer. As you drape yourself around her she smiles as she pulls you forwards with a hand in your hair. She plants a sweet kiss to your lips before twirling back to face you. “I’m losing my composure here.” You confess.
Her finger dips between your breast before hooking into the fabric there with a wicked grin. She pulls you closer and kisses you deeply before pulling away seconds later.
“That’s not helping.” You laugh before excusing yourself to the bathroom.
You make your way back to the dance floor and just before you reach your group someone stops you. “Care to dance, beautiful?” She says as she sways around you and you look over her head searching for Melissa.
When you make eye contact you we the fakest of smiles plastered on her face. She nods encouraging you to engage with the other girl. You squint in confusion. “Thanks but I’m actually just trying to get back to my girlfriend.”
“I bet I could rock your world.” She says and you grimace at how forward she’s being.
“I highly doubt that.” And you try to get passed her but she grabs your arm again thinking she’s being cute and seductive but it’s completely off putting.
“You know where I’m at when you change your mind.”
“I promise you, I won’t.” You remove her hand from your arm and cross the dance floor to your group. You shake your hands and roll your shoulders clearly overwhelmed in there.
“Why didn’t you dance with her? She was cute.” Melissa yells over the music and you are completely gobsmacked.
“What?! Why would I dance with her?”
“You’re hot and she was clearly interested.”
You stand there for a second looking around for something. Anything. “I need some air.” You say before making a beeline for the patio.
Once outside you lean over the railing. You’re so confused and feel your walls creeping up. Was this just a fling for Melissa? Was she really trying to push you towards someone else? Maybe you read this all wrong. You wouldn’t have pursued your best friend’s mom if you didn’t feel a stronger connection than just a summer hook up.
You do what you always do and you feel yourself go numb. Detached. You’re so zoned out you don’t notice her presence appear next to you against the rail. You flinch when her hand brushes your lower back. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to spook ya. Youse okay?”
You look back at her, face completely devoid of any readable emotion. “Yeah I’m fine.”
“No you’re not. Did I miss something. What did that girl want?”
“Nothing. It’s nothing. Just overwhelmed I guess.”
“Talk to me. What happened?”
“Why did you want me to dance with her?”
“I don’t know.” She pulls her hand back and flips her hair over to one shoulder before looking over the rail. “She was cute and closer to your age…I just thought that maybe…”
“Maybe what? Is this just a fun thing between us and when we go back to Philly…what happens then?”
“Oh…I don’t know why I said that. I guess I panicked a little. You could have anyone and I don’t want to hold you back. I just figured if-“
“If what? I’m falling for you, Mel. But I need to know now if this is something else before we go further…cause I don’t think I can handle that.”
“You are?”
You laugh as you look away. Already preparing yourself for the rejection.
“Hon. Can you look at me?”
You let out a deep sigh as you look to the sky. When your eyes land back on her you see the look in her eyes you can’t decipher it. “I panicked and got scared. When I saw her hitting on you, it hit me that this bubble was too good to be true. I was scared of how deep my feelings for you were…are.”
“If that’s true then why were you trying to push me towards someone else?”
“Cause hon, we have a lot of obstacles. The age difference for one.”
“And why is that an obstacle? I can make my own decisions so don’t say you were doing that for me.”
“I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to make it for you. Just give you the option, I guess.”
“And if I don’t want any other options?”
She just stared back at you, quiet as she mulled over your words. She steps closer and her hands drape over your shoulders and you let her. Hesitant but you let her anyway. Her nails tuck into your hair and lightly trail over the back of your neck. “This isn’t just some fling. I’m falling for you, too.”
You want to jump for joy, shout it from the roof tops. You feel your walls crumble again and breathe a sigh of relief. “Don’t ever do that again.” You say, threading your fingers through her hair and tucking it behind her ear. “I don’t want anybody else. I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you.”
“Deal. Can I kiss my girlfriend now?”
And the last layer of brick come crashing down as you can finally breathe again. You smile before nodding your head with consent.
She smiles back, and with her heels she doesn’t have to reach far for her lips to land on yours. You drop your hands to her lower back and lift her feet off the ground. She laughs against your lips, teeth clashing as you swallow her squeals. Her foot pops up as she clings to you. And you swoon all over again as you place her feet back on the ground. “Can we go?”
“Of course, baby.” She drags you back inside by your hand.
The bar has cleared out some and you spot Madi and Drew back at the table. “We are gonna head out. You two have a good night, be safe.” Mel says as she hugs both her daughter and her date goodbye.
Madi looks at you, having sensed the tension earlier. She mouths to you, ‘you okay?’
You nod as Melissa steps back next to you and her hand reflexively reaches around your waist.
Before you can leave a lard crash echoes through the bar. A brawl has broken out; men and women fighting and scrambling across the floor. You watch as other patrons try to help break it up, pulling people apart. While others are just trying to get out of the line of fire.
You step back in before you see a middle aged couple try and stumble from the chaos. Some guy is swinging at anyone who tries to interfere. He kicks one of the girls on the ground before his fist connects with one of the bartenders trying to break up the fight.
Your instincts kick in and you rush forward. Madi is on your heels trying to help as well. In your haste you catch sight of Madi and pull her back. Passing her to Drew you bark orders at him, “keep her back. Madi, let them handle this.”
You move forward again and Melissa is pulling you back, arms circling around your waist. “Hon, don’t. You don’t need to be a hero right now.”
“I’m not going in there, but she needs medical attention.” You pull her hands from you and squeeze in reassurance but she doesn’t leave your side. You crouch down to the woman on the ground as cops rush in and start cuffing people. You help the lady up to a nearby chair. “I’m Y/n, a registered nurse. Can I take a look?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. But go ahead.”
You ask her a couple questions. Her name, what’s the date, the name of the bar. She rattles of answering correctly each time. “Hey, Mel? Can I use your phone.” She hands it over instantly while she watches your back making sure nobody comes close to you.
You shine the light in her eyes to check her pupils. “A mild concussion for sure but you’re gonna want to get checked. Possible stitches but I’m just a nurse. How’s your vision?”
When the paramedics walk in you flag one over and fill them in with what you’ve assessed thus far.
“Take pictures and document everything, Jessica. You’re gonna want them so you press charges, understood?”
You see her nod before noticing Melissa and her eyes drop to check her out and you stand back up again with a chuckle. “You’re gonna be just fine.”
You’re polite and understanding cause you did the same thing when you first met her after your head was in the toilet. But that didn’t stop you from wrapping your arm around Melissa and pressing a kiss to her temple before bidding farewell.
Looking back to Madi and Drew you motion for them to join you guys. “Looks like they are closing up after that.”
“Yeah we were gonna head out too.”
The four of you leave the bar, you and Melissa retreat to her car while Madi follows Drew to his.
Once in the car you look to Melissa and she’s quiet. “You’re quiet. You play?”
“Yeah. That was just really hot.”
“What was?”
“You. Taking charge. Helping that girl.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. I need to get you home. STAT.”
You laugh as you lean over the gearshift while she’s still in park. Your hand is on her thigh and you slide it up under her dress. You claim her lips in a passionate kiss, your tongue requesting access and she opens immediately as her legs spread open for you.
When you reach her core you me rewarded with her soaked panties. “You’re drenched.”
“I know.” Her breathing is shallow, pupils are blown. Your finger lazily swipes up her slit beneath the fabric, collecting her essence on the tip.
Pulling your hand out you spear her wetness across her bottom lip before sucking it into your mouth and moaning. “Let’s get out of here. You good to drive?”
“You’re evil.” She says as she rolls the windows down and you flop back in your seat with a laugh. “It’s not funny. No more distractions til we get back.”
“Yes, Ms. Schemmenti.” She growls before putting the car into drive. As she pulls out of the parking lot she flips her hand, palm up over and lays it on your thigh. You take the hint and lace your fingers through hers as she expertly navigates the roads.
She doesn’t look at you once the entire drive. Eyes trained on the road ahead. When she pulls into the driveway, she all but drags you through the front door and is on you before the door even latches into place.
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A/n: actually just witnessed a similar bar fight like this last night. And it was insane. Decided to include a parallel version of it.
A/n: and we have smut. Not edited in the slightest but who cares. Bon appetite, babes.
Warnings: Smut. Fluff. Smut. And more smut.
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Madi comes back about 30 minutes later and finds you guys cuddled on the patio. The gasp was heard before she was seen and Melissa shushes her as she dog ears the page in her book. “So?!”
“So nothing…how was your date?”
Madi sits across from you both on the other couch looking back and for the between you two. “You two did more than I did, last night.”
“Nothing like that. But tell me, was he respectful?”
“Actually, yeah. We walked around for hours at the boardwalk and along the beach. He’s actually 30 minutes from us back home. Italian. He helps take care of his Nonna. When we got to his place we cooked breakfast together. Watched a movie. Slept on his couch. Just slept. He was actually really sweet. I like him. He asked me out again while we are still here.”
You started to stir a little while Madi was talking and Melissa must have felt you stiffen under the blanket in panic. Her thumb rubbed patterns into your lower back to soothe you and you nuzzles in and inhale her scent to calms your nerves.
“So when’s the next date?”
“I don’t know yet. Told him I had to see what our plans are this next week first.”
You finally roll over and Madi’s shit eating grin splits her face nearly in two. And you can’t help the blush that creeps up as you tuck your feet between Melissa’s legs.
“Good date, then?” You ask trying to tip toe around the elephant in the room…or on the porch. Whatever.
“Mmhmm. Really good. But I should be asking you the same thing.” She teases and you smirk, pulling the blanket half way up your face.
“We had a good time last night. We won a stuffed animal, rode the Ferris wheel, then came home and retired early.”
“That’s it?! How did this happen, then?” She motions to her best friend and mother cuddling across from her.
“I was laying out here when y/n came down and kissed me.”
The shriek that follows woke you up fully now. “You dog!”
“Oh my god! No! Just no. It’s not like that.” You lay on your back in front of her to look up at her. “It’s not like that. I like you.” And you look back at Madi as she’s smiling, watching the blush on her mom’s cheeks and her twinkling eyes. Before you look back at your best friend. “I like her.”
“Tell me something I don’t know!” She throws a pillow at you and you throw it back before she jumps up and dipoles on top of both of you. “Oh this is so weird! But I love it! She’s a good one, mom!”
She tackles you with kisses all over your face and you laugh as you push her off. “Stop! You’re so weird!” And you’re all in a fit of laughs.
She sits up, sitting on you still.
“So what I miss? How was it?” You ask. “Are you gonna see him again?”
“It was like a movie montage. A real gentleman. And I will be seeing him again.”
“Ooh caught a live one!” You say wiggling your eyebrows as your hand finds Melissa’s on your stomach.
“I did.”
“Good. You deserve that. What about Kyle?”
“I texted him when Drew dropped me off. Calling it off. He was cool with it and said he was happy for me.”
“That’s it?”
“Yeah. It was casual and we had an agreement. No strings, no attachments.”
“You make it sound so easy.” You giggle.
“Communication is key. Makes everything easier.”
You hum in agreement as you look out over the beach. “Are those horses?” You point over to the shore.
“Ooh Yeah! Have you ever been on one?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Want to? They live over there behind the trees but they let us ride them every year when they bring them out.”
“Oh…I don’t know.”
“Come on! Go get dressed! I’ll meet youse out there.” She springs into action going to talks to the couple that’s leading the horses.
“Mel, I don’t know how to ride a horse.”
“That’s okay, hon. You can ride with me.”
“Okay.” Now standing, she pulls you in, draping her arms around your shoulders and yours to her waist.
“Just relax. Go put some pants on and probably a jacket. You’re gonna love it.”
You nod before she leans up to kiss you and her tongue dips past your lips and your arms circle around her pulling her in closer. When your hands wander under her shirt she giggles as she pulls back. “We don’t have time for that.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You retort as your hands splay out over her skin warming your hands up. One last kiss before she ushers you inside.
10 minutes later you are standing next to 5 large horses and the guy is helping boost Madi up onto one of the horses before going to Melissa and bending down to brace her foot.
She looks so sexy on top of the horse you stare at her until you realize everyone is looking at you. Melissa’s hair is in a pony tail with the tips brushing against her shoulders.
You forget, again, that they are still waiting on you. “You ready, Miss?”
“Umm yeah…as I’ll ever be.”
“Okay. You’re gonna step in my hands with your left and then straighten your knee. I’ll help hoist you up and then throw your leg over behind Melissa. Easy enough.”
“Yup. Super easy.” You toss back sarcastically. With one hand in Melissa's, the other is on the horse’s back.
You get up first try and you look down realizing the horse was much taller than you initially thought. The couple gets on their horses while the lady holds the reigns for the last one.
They command the horses forward at a slow pace letting you adjust and you fall forward like a koala wrapping around Melissa. Remembering everything they told you about your knees and feet. Making sure you don’t accidentally set them off down the beach.
After a few minutes you relax a bit and look at your surroundings. Madi’s hair is down and flowing in the wind as she chats with the lady. It’s actually really surreal and breathtaking.
The guys trot up next to her and they both take off at faster trot ahead. Melissa stays back not wanting to spook you. She’s got one hand on the reigns and the other is resting on yours. “I’m okay if you want to go a little faster. Just a little bit.”
“You sure? We don’t have to.”
“Yeah. It’s not as scary as I thought it would be.”
“Okay. Hold on.” And you do. Tucking your head and resting your cheek between her shoulder blades.
Picking your head up, you feel the wind rushing past you and you smile. Melissa is handling this majestic beast with such ease, it’s breathtaking. Catching up to Madi where they are waiting for you the horse slows down making you both bounce a little on its back.
You kiss the back of Melissa’s neck before reaching back and petting the horse beneath you.
“We’re gonna sprint back.” Madi smiles at you both excited for the rush. Melissa feels you tense a little and she takes your hand again.
“Don’t worry. We don’t have to.”
You laugh a little relieved. “Oh good. I’m okay with a little faster. Like a jog, maybe.”
“Just let me know if it’s too fast and you wanna slow down.” She turns her head and meets your lips in a brief kiss.
“You two are so cute, it’s gross!” Madi yells across and everyone erupts in giggles.
The two race back while the three of you go at a slightly slower pace. The lady lets go of the reigns of the horse without a rider and she catches up to the other two.
Once you’re comfortable with the speed you relax a little and suddenly very alert to Melissa’s ass bouncing in your lap and you squeeze your thighs tighter around her. Your hands are now on her hips.
As you catch up to the others your hands rub her thighs and back up to circle around, again. One hand is holding her soft stomach and the other is gripping onto the inside of her thigh. “Mmhmm…whatcha doin’, hon?”
“Huh? Oh sorry.”
“It’s okay. More than okay.” She pulls your hand to her center and you moan at the heat there. Nuzzling your nose into her neck as your finder follows along the seam of her joggers. She keeps it there until you get closer to the others and she slides it back up to your other hand.
“What’d ya think?” The lady yells back once you guys all meet up in front of the beach house.
“I loved it! That was amazing! Thank you.”
“I’m glad you liked it! They are truly amazing creatures.”
“They seem so free but tame at the same time.”
“Honey, here. That’s mama.” She says as she reaches for the reigns once she’s back on the ground. She never goes too far. “The one Madi’s on, that’s Cinnamon. Her baby. Took to Madi right away.”
They help you off with assistance and when you turn around, Melissa is dismounting on her own and your eyes are glued to her ass. Madi breaks you from your trance as she jumps on you from behind. “I told you, you’d love it!”
You just laugh, hoping she didn’t catch you staring. You walk around to thank your horse, “thank you for the ride, Orzo.” And he immediately puts his head over yours and you jump at first before he nestles into you for a hug. Both your hands go up to pet his neck. Madi snaps a picture and sends it to you.
Melissa steps up behind you and rubs his nose in thanks.
After bidding them farewell and thanking them for the hundredth time you guys walk back up to the house. “I’m gonna hop in the shower, real quick. If I have time before the market.”
“We’ve got time.”
You make your way upstairs leaving mother and daughter in the kitchen. You really needed a cold shower to get your mind out of the gutter.
Downstairs Madi is plotting. How about tomorrow night I go on a date with Drew and you take Y/n out on a date? Have the house to yourself.”
“I don’t want to force it, hon.”
“You’re not forcing anything. You like her, she likes you. It’s just a date. Make her dinner. Or let her help you cook. You guys have been making eyes at each other all day. You’re happy.”
“I’ll think about it. I don’t even know what she likes.”
“That’s what I’m for. Your wingwoman. But I don’t want to know the other details.” Melissa hits her arm with the towel. “I think she’d prefer a date in. But she likes to feel like she’s contributing. So let her help you. She doesn’t like to be spoiled with gifts. Quality time is her love language. And food is yours, like mine.”
“Okay. I have not done this in a while.”
“Cook?”
“Y’know what I mean. Date. I’m outta practice”
“So is she. But she’s coming out of her shell with you. Just don’t think too much.”
“Okay. I’m gonna go shower.”
When she goes upstairs you are coming out of the bathroom to get dressed in your room. You didn’t hear her coming up and you quite literally turned right into her and she caught you with her hands at your waist. “Oh shit! I’m so sorry, Melissa.”
She looks down between you with a sly grin noticing your dewy skin covered by just a towel. Her hands tighten around you and you arch into her in return. “Hi.” She breathes finally looking back at your face.
“Hi.” You smile at the effect you have on her. Your hands slide from her shoulders to her chest. Her nipples are peaking through her thin jacket and you’d love nothing more than to give them the attention they deserve.
You crash your lips into hers, sliding your tongue against hers. She pushes you back against the door and you gasp for air. Her lips find your neck and you forget you are in the hallway still.
That is until, “Y/n! I need a shower, too! You better have saved some hot water for the rest of us!”
You laugh with Melissa as she rests her head on your shoulder. “I’m done! It’s all yours!” Looking back at her, lifting her face to yours. “I should umm…go get dressed.”
“Yeah. That’s probably best.” She trails her finger down from your throat to the canyon of your breasts before hooking it in your towel. Leaning back in for another kiss before footsteps are heard on the steps and she pulls away. Walking backwards before disappearing into her room.
Madi appears in the hall seconds later and thankfully doesn’t comment on your flustered state. “I’ll leave it unlocked so you can do your hair.”
“Sweet, thanks!” You say before she goes into the bathroom. You stand there for a second before walking down to Mel’s door. Barely knocking before the door swings open and Melissa pulls you in.
The door is shut and you're pressed against it within seconds. Her lips proceed to where she left off, attacking your neck. Your hand is in her hair at the base of her ponytail holding her to you. Your knee is hiked up on her hip and for the first time you’ve noticed her jacket is off and she’s only in her bra.
“Fuck.” Your hands are everywhere and you follow the band to the front. Palming her through the cups of her bra. She finds your lips again as she pants into your mouth.
“You’re supposed to be getting dressed.”
“I know. I just wanted a little more.”
“Youse are testing me.”
“Maybe.” You kiss her again before turning the handle and slip back into the hall. “I’m going now.”
“Okay.” She whispers. You pull her in for one more kiss by the front of her bra before finally pulling away and heading for your room. She watches you the entire way. Before entering your room, you untie your towel and pull it from your body.
She drops her head to the frame of the door with a groan before peaking again and you wink before disappearing from sight. She chuckles to herself, shaking her head in disbelief before taking to her own shower. A cold one.
The next day, you help Madi get dressed for her date. Helping with her hair and adding a little flower to the twist in the back.
She fixes your fly aways trying to stall. She’s been tasked with keeping you busy while Melissa sets up downstairs. “So what are you and my mom gonna do while I’m gone?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t even think about it.” You start to panic. Should you change? You were just in sweats and a tank. And a messy bun. “Probably just dinner and poker… or shit. I don’t know. Should I change? I’m panicking!”
“Relax. Maybe…do you have your green silk set? The cami and shorts? Cute, comfy, ‘I woke up like this’ kinda look.”
“Umm yeah. I think so.” You start rummaging in your bags til you find it and change into it. “You don’t think it looks like I’m trying too hard.”
“No. But if you want that, you can do the lingerie with the robe.”
“I didn’t bring that! Should I have brought it?”
“Relax. You look fine. She’ll love it.”
“Okay.” There’s a knock at the door and she springs up from the bed.
“I got it!” Madi yells before hugging you. “Relax. Just be yourself. She already likes you for some reason.”
“Gee. Thanks. Have fun, be safe.”
She skips down the stairs and kisses her mom on the cheek before rushing out the door.
Looking in the mirror you take a deep breath and decide to let your hair down out of its clip. Happy with the results you leave your room and head to the kitchen.
When you get there, you are met with the mouth watering sight that is Melissa. The kitchen and dining room lights are dimmed. Candles lit on the island and table. And the only other source of light is coming from the stove light. She’s in a black silk negligee and a matching robe. She looks straight out of a novel. “Good lord. I think I’ve died.”
“You like?”
You just nod before crossing the kitchen. You scoop her up by the back of her thighs, lifting her onto the counter. She looks down at you cradling your face as she giggles from being lifted. You step between her legs and she kisses you with hunger. Your hands rub up her thighs and under the silk finding that juncture where her thick thighs meet her hips.
Her robe and the thin strap beneath fall off her shoulder and you work your way over. Taking it between your teeth you pull it down further until you free her breast from their confinement.
You feel the weight of them in your hand before finding the bud with your tongue. She arches into your awaiting mouth and her hips buck against your stomach. She pulls your camisole over your head. “This is so sexy on you. But I want it off. Now.”
You step back and drop your shorts as well. She slides off the counter and pulls you to the couch. Discarding her robe along the way before you pull the rest up over her head. Her red curls bounce back down over her shoulders.
Turning to you, she sits you down on the couch against the armrest before straddling your lap. “Y’know. I had a whole plan. Cook dinner. Dessert. Woo you.”
“Consider me woo’d.” You smile as you caress up her sides until you reach her face and pull her down to you. “You’ve been teasing me since Friday. I’ve been on edge.”
Kissing her again you bite her lip before traveling down to her neglected nipple. One hand descends down over her stomach, scratching lightly with your short nails.
When you find the strip of curls and your fingers pause there and tug a little. Her hips start moving with her head thrown back. “Don’t tease. I need you.”
“Fuck. Say it again.”
“Baby. I need you. Please.” She pulls your head up and her other hand drops to yours between her legs and she guides your fingers through her drenched folds. She pushes two of yours inside and moans against your cheek. You attack her neck as she starts to ride your fingers. Her own hand is stroking over her clit and could watch her like this forever.
Tucking your legs you push up and lay her on her back. One leg is hooked around your hips and the other is poised on her tip toes on the floor. With this angle your thumb strokes her clit.
Your lips follow their own path until you’re settled between her thighs, her leg now thrown over your shoulder. Replacing your thumb with your tongue now and her back is practically levitating and her hands are holding you in place. “Gods yes, just like that, dolcezza.”
Your fingers are pumping in and out at rapid speed taking her right to the edge. Your other hand is circling your own clit and your hips thrust of their own accord. Melissa’s manicured nails are gently clawing your back in ecstasy and when she sees your hips and realizes what you're doing she drops back to the couch. “Fuck, come here.”
You crawl up her body and straddle one of her legs and grind down on it as you push her over the edge. “Yes. Fuck, don’t stop.” As soon as you reach her lips she plunges two of her own fingers into your dripping cunt. You’re now riding her fingers and you’re already close.
“Mel, I’m close. Please.”
“Mmm, shit. Me too. Cum with me, baby. I can’t hold it anymore.” One arm wraps around you as you wiggle your fingers inside her and she bites your shoulder as she explodes over your fingers. You’re right behind her as you topple over the edge. Your legs clamp around hers.
You don’t know how much time has passed before she’s scooting lower beneath you. Pulling one of your legs up with her fingers still buried inside of you. When she pulls out she’s now got both of your knees on either side of your head. Her tongue swipes from your entrance to your clit before she sucks and you lurch forward and catch yourself on the arm rest.
“Jesus, babe. Holy fuck.” Her tongue circles your entrance and you ground yourself down onto her tongue. Her nose hits your sensitive bundle every time she pushes in and it’s only moments before your thighs are clenching around her head pushing her tongue out and she feasts on your clit milking every last drop.
You lean back on your knees with your hand in her hair, holding her down. You look down at her as you catch your breath and she’s licking her lips, looking up at you smugly. She turns to suck and nibble on the inside of your thigh. She soothes it with her tongue before pulling back to look at the faint mark that’s starting to appear.
Crawling back down as she inches up. You lay on top of her and taste each other on the other’s lips.
“You’re very good at that.”
“So are you. Can’t remember the last time I ever came that hard.”
“Good. All for me.”
“Cocky.”
“Proud.”
You lay there, hands petting each other and mapping out the expanse of newly exposed skin. Happy to stay like this for the rest of the evening until the stomach’s growling and the goosebumps get too hard to ignore.
“So what were your plans for the evening if this wasn’t it.”
“Well I was hoping for this but I thought we’d make it through dinner first. Care to help me cook?”
“I’d love to.” You beam, kissing her lips once more before standing and helping her to her feet.
You help her in the kitchen. Much like the first breakfast you cooked together. This time with stolen kisses and lingering hands. When it’s ready, you sit at the candle lit table with glasses of wine. Stealing bites from the other’s plate. Feeding each other. Her foot is teasing your calf underneath the table.
“That was delicious.”
After clearing plates, Melissa pulls an angel cake from the fridge topped with berries and cool whip. Plating up two slices she brings it to the table.
You pull her onto your lap before she can sit in her own chair. Scooping the whip with your finger you smear it across her collarbone before lapping it up with your tongue.
She dips a strawberry in the whipped cream and gets you to open your mouth. Sliding it along your tongue before she bites the tip off. She immediately pushes her tongue into your mouth mixing the flavors as it dances with yours.
Secretly taking the bitten strawberry you reach under her little slip and she spreads her legs for you. You coat the fruit in her juices and she bucks against the sensation.
Pulling it out and biting into it you moan at the flavors erupting on your tongue. She’s watching you with dilated pupils as the berry drips from the corner of your mouth. Holding your jaw she swipes her tongue from one corner of your mouth to the other.
“Come on, dolcezza. I’m not done with you.” She stands up and pulls you upstairs.
“Should we clean this up first?”
“Leave it. We’ll get it in the morning. There’s another mess I need you to take care of.”
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