Please continue the Student/Teacher AU🥺
Part 38 is here:
Part 39 below:
“He knows,” Amita whispered.
Lou didn’t have to ask who he was.
“Well,” a deep voice laughed on the line. “It’s not a date night so this isn’t about the best spot for a whiskey and you refuse to take my advice on women so what do I owe the pleasure?”
Lou raised an eyebrow, but she was grinning. The brunette swatted her, but Lou had already caught sight of her blushing cheeks.
“Danny,” she hissed, through gritted teeth. “I need your help.”
“So you’ve called the superior Ocean. I’m afraid I’ll need to hear you—“
“Cut the shit,” Debbie sighed, looking at Lou with eyes full of worry. “I need your help. I need my big brother.”
“I can be at your place in twenty.”
“I fucked up,” Debbie whispered, falling against the blonde as Lou cradled her, combing through her hair. “He can ruin my life, but I won’t let him ruin hers.”
Siblings were fascinating to Lou. Especially when you could observe them at once. And entertaining, when you only knew one of them and had to take that one’s word when they described the one who you didn’t know.
The only things that Lou knew about Danny Ocean included the fact that he was attached to the hip to someone she thought Debbie had called Rusty? But that couldn’t be correct for a grown ass man. She also knew that Debbie’s initial date with her, that allegedly hadn’t truly been a date at all, but a TA welcome dinner, and the drink recommendation had also come from the older sibling. And now as Debbie opened the front door to let him in, the older Ocean immediately scooping her into a bear hug, him shooting a wink over his sister’s head at Lou, she could see his hair and eyes matched Debbie’s.
She expected Debbie to push him off with an eye-roll and a mention of getting back to business, but she clung to her brother, savoring the embrace for a long time until he spoke over her head.
“She’s not usually much of a higher,” he smirked, but he kissed her forehead before he let her go, just in time for Debbie to smack his shoulder and call him an oaf. “So this is the famous Ms. Miller. Sorry Debs has you under her spell, kid.”
Lou wasn’t sure how to respond, but Debbie was closing the door and rushing to her side immediately as if she had to defend the blonde’s honor, her hand sliding into Lou’s.
“You can cut the big brother teasing shit. This is bad,” Debbie sighed. “And whatever cradle robbing, does she call you professor in bed shit you’re planning on spewing, you can just skip. I meant it. This is big. And Lou—Lou is—“
“I know, Strawdebby,” Danny smiled, ruffling her hair before he took a seat in Debbie’s arm chair, carefully moving the stack of graded papers that currently sat there in a heap and placing them on the coffee table.
Lou tucked the nickname away for later.
“And it really is a pleasure to meet you, Lou. Sorry you got dragged into all this Becker shit when you should be partying and having fun every night. Best years of your life, right?” Danny grinned.
Debbie was pulling Lou towards the couch, sorry evident on her face.
“You think Dr. Ocean lets her TA have fun every night?” Lou grinned. She immediately regretted calling her Dr. Ocean. It was just habit when it came to separating their professional and personal relationship. But Debbie had already hinted at the name/power dynamic jokes and she didn’t want Debbie to think she was giving Danny permission to crack jokes at either of their expenses.
Regardless, he didn’t take the bait. He knew the stakes were too high.
“Tell everything,” he said instead, his face sincere. Lou and Debbie went over their history over the past few months. From Lou’s first class to her interview to her welcome dinner and beyond. Thankfully, leaving out any details that a big brother would find unsavory and would absolutely make Lou turn purple.
Debbie was practically shaking by the time they were done, and wordlessly, Lou swept her closer, letting her rest her head on Lou’s shoulder as Lou traced circles with her finger on the brunette’s slacks.
“You love her,” Danny spoke softly. It wasn’t a tease. In fact, it looked like awe and pride.
“No shit, Sherlock,” Debbie rolled her eyes. But her guard was down. Especially with Lou cradling her for support.
“Hold onto this one, Deb,” Danny smiled, his eyes traveling over to Lou. She supposed he wasn’t used to seeing Debbie this vulnerable or soft. “She’s good for you.”
“That’s the plan, Danny,” she sighed. “That’s why I need you. All the Claude bullshit. I don’t give a fuck about tenure or career or my courseload—“
“Debs,” Lou protested softly, but she waved the thought away.
“This is about her. Protecting her future,” Debbie whispered. “I love her.”
“I love you,” Debbie spoke turning to the blonde. “I hope you know I do. But as much as I love you and I love us, nothing is worth jeopardizing your future.”
Lou wanted to say that Debbie was her future. Because she was. But she also knew that both of them wanted her to keep pursuing her dreams. She knew Debbie wanted the world for her.
“Don’t even get me started about this Becker prick,” Danny grumbled. “I knew he was trouble from the start.”
“Well, what’s done is done,” Debbie hissed. “I hate that he’s a part of my history and that there’s only so much I can control in the present. But I’ll be damned if he destroys Lou’s future.”
God, these two wrecked me...I adored O8, but we need more!!
Between Oceans 8, and the sheer amount of Jaymes Young I’ve been listening to (if you haven’t heard of him, please look him up...his soundtracks are ALL Ms Lou Miller, for serious) I’ve started compiling a list of little fics, because seriously, who doesn’t want to make sure we’re covering our bases with this crew?!
loubbie having wild rough sex with a strap then realizing how good they are at it even if they’re in their 50s already lmao this is silly but like it goes something like “how are we in our 50s?” or whatever fits
“It was not,” Debbie snorted, her face turning red with laughter as Lou shook her head.
“I shit you not. Right in the dishwasher.”
“Next to Dani’s pink sippy cup?”
“I’m not a monster,” Lou rolled her eyes. “I’d never put it next to her favorite one. It was next to the green one.”
“You’ve lost it, Miller,” the brunette grinned. “Now get over here. No more delays.”
“First off, it’s the most efficient way to clean them both,” the blonde pointed out, crawling onto the bed. “Second, you’re the one who asked me to find the bigger one.”
Lou sat the dildo down on the night table, the base suctioning to the surface with a bubble-like sound. “Now are you gonna kiss the hell out of me, Ocean, or not?”
“Get over here,” Debbie smirked, pulling the blonde in closer and wrapping her arms around her neck as she tugged her up along the bed and laid Lou flat against her.
“I thought you’d never ask, Mrs. Miller,” the blonde murmured, nails raking down Debbie’s chest as their lips meant until Lou was drifting down her wife, running her lips over her breasts, sucking at her nipples, biting her way down her stomach, making a detour to nip at her thighs before circling back to Debbie’s simmering heat to swirl her tongue through Debbie’s pooling arousal.
“Fuck, I love when Tammy takes the kids for the night,” Debbie moaned.
Lou looked up at Debbie from between her legs, arching an eyebrow before she wiped Debbie’s slickness off her lips with the back of her hand pointedly.
“Please don’t use your ex’s name and the word love in the same sentence, especially while my tongue is inside you.”
“She’s your ex too,” Debbie exhaled, pushing Lou’s head back down as the blonde laughed against her, grazing her clit maybe a little too hard with her teeth as Debbie cried out. “Was merely grateful for her as a babysitter precisely so I could have your tongue inside me.”
Lou bit down on her thigh before she looked up again. “Then clearly, I’m not doing enough to get your mind off of the kids,” she smirked, blindly grabbing at the dildo before plunging it into Debbie without warning, the brunette letting out a deep moan as her nails dug into Lou’s neck.
“Jesus, Fuck, Lou.”
“Had to shut you up,” Lou hissed, pumping the dildo in and out as Debbie groaned, cursing and grabbing at the blonde, biting down on her shoulder after reaching an entirely new level of loud to keep from going completely shrill. “Still thinking about anything else?”
“Just…your strap,” Debbie panted.
“Just the strap?” Lou asked, her rhythms stopping with the dildo just outside of Debbie, the tip brushing against her teasingly.
“And you…only you…Fuck!” Debbie moaned, Lou plunging the dildo all the way inside her. Hard. As Debbie fell over the edge, clinging to the blonde.
“Not bad,” Lou spoke aloud, an hour or so later, her finger running along Debbie’s exposed spine, tracing over her skin softly as Debbie let out a sleepy hum of agreement. “Glad to know we’ve still got game.”
“Strap game,” Debbie chuckled.
“That’s all mine, love.”
“Takes two to tango, Miller.”
“Also takes two for the finale,” Lou giggled, tugging at a fistful of Debbie’s hair to catch an additional moan from her partner before Debbie rolled over with a lazy smile.
“You get the Chinese and I get the ice cream?” Debbie asked.
“Just let me throw on some boxers.”
“Don’t,” Debbie grinned, watching the blonde stand up, walking towards the bathroom before placing a kiss on Debbie’s forehead. “Did you ever think we’d still be up to our same antics in our fifties?”
“Honey, you just wait until we hit our sixties,” Lou winked.
I think its pretty much an established fact that lou is a total womaniser, so I have this headcanon that after Debbie comes back from jail and they rekindle their relationship Lou has some problems going back to being completely monogamous. So could you do a Lou pov where she has all these girls flinging themselves at her and usually she wouldn't hesitate to say yes but Debbie means so much to her that she could never cheat. bonus points if the end has loubbie smut ;)
“You sure you don’t want to come with me tonight?” Lou asked, lingering in the doorway like she’d done every night for the last week.
She didn’t want to push Debbie. She didn’t. Lou couldn’t even imagine what it would be like to try to slip back into any sort of normal after what Debbie had been through, but a selfish part of her wanted Debbie to make her presence known in Lou’s club. Mark her territory. Declare that she was back.
Lou could say she was taken in a dozen different ways, but she’d also been saying that for years while Debbie was away. It had been habit. A habit that most women knew wasn’t actually the truth of the matter. Debbie had told her not to wait. Lou wasn’t in a committed relationship. Lou and Debbie and been label free for as long as they’d known each other, the truth of what they were never uttered aloud. And with Debbie behind bars, Lou had no one to go home to and only the option of inviting women who weren’t Debbie back to her place.
It had been difficult at first. She had blonde hair. She was a redhead. Nobody had Debbie’s brunette hair that slid from mahogany to midnight. Green eyes. Blue eyes. Never the right shade of brown that glimmered like amber. She had just seen Debbie last week. And then it was last month. And then she’d lost count of the days. Couldn’t remember the scent of her or the feel. She wasn’t sure what was fact and what was fiction when she pulled up a memory to pine over.
The “no thanks” and “I’m good” were habit, but there were other dangerous habits too. Helmet long gone on her bike. Nicorette gum down the toilet in a rage and a pack of cigarettes in her back pocket the same night. Vodka. A shot or two snuck in between serving. Then a pint glass. Then just like the days of Deb away behind bars losing meaning, Lou lost count of drinks.
Tammy was there to pull her out of her stupor. And she was beyond grateful for someone to chide her like a mother and hug her like a sister. But it was Danny of all people who closed his eyes and pinched his nose as he uttered softly, “when’s the last time you let yourself get laid, Miller?”
After giving him shit for saying it and having a much less awkward conversation about it with Tammy and Debbie too, courtesy of Tammy playing monkey in the middle, Lou replaced liquor with women.
A shot with a kiss. A drink with willing fingers slipping through her waiting heat. Bottle after bottle with tongues and teeth and sex. Never two nights in a row with the same woman. Never letting them call her by her name. Barely giving and more receiving. She felt too guilty. She only wanted to give Deb pleasure. Make her feel good.
And when Lou had returned to the club with more than a pep in her step, a permanent grin slung across her lips, she felt like she was sending out flashing lights and warning signs: I’m taken. I’m not interested. Don’t approach.
But much to her chagrin, she’d established a pattern. Women leaning over the bar a little too far, showing off cleavage and twisting their hair. A hand slipping into Lou’s own cleavage or pocket with a tip and the promise of just a little something extra for serving them.
It was easy to say no. It was just a word. But it was harder to see the pout. Harder to hear the “your loss” and “you sure?”
She just wanted Debbie to decide that tonight was the night she’d come to the club, strutting through the door, moving through whatever interested gaggle was barricading Lou behind the bar that night and claiming her as her own. She’d take a kiss or a hand leading her out of the club. she’d take a hickey to the neck or nails raked down her arms. Hell, she’d let Debbie fuck her against the bar right then and there. Her head was swimming with the thought, but now it was Debbie backed against the bar, skirt hitched up around her hips, Lou’s thigh between the brunette’s as she nipped at her ear, whispering in a low, deep voice what she was going to do to her right here and right now, without caring who saw.
Lou wanted to demand that Debbie come with her. Just drag her by the arm and take her back into her world. But she found herself slamming the door shut and pacing back towards the brunette, melting against her on the couch as Debbie looked up at her confused, but accepted the kiss Lou offered, moaning as it went from chaste and sweet to messy and deep, Lou tugging at Debbie’s lip in a way that was sure to bruise.
“You don’t have to come with me,” Lou promised, scraping her nails down Debbie’s chest as she groaned, haphazardly tugging at Deb’s shirt, buttons snapping and scattering. Her eyes were practically glazed over as she took in black lace and olive skin that waited for her beneath, Debbie’s nipples poking against the embroidered flowers. “But I want you to come with me. Right now.”
“Jesus, Lou,” Debbie whimpered, her hips lifting as Lou undid her slacks, her own legs straddling Debbie as she wiggled her hand inside Debbie’s pants, hissing at the heat.
“I want you on my fingers and on my tongue, Debbie. I want you all over me. I want them to know I’m yours. Only yours. That you’re the only one I take home. That I’m coming home to you. And I want you on my mind the whole time I’m gone.”
“Well, I think—“ Debbie smirked, rolling her bra cups upwards to reveal her breasts as she led Lou’s head roughly towards her, the blonde’s lips locking around her nipple. “I have just the plan for that.”
Part 2 is here: https://blackacre13.tumblr.com/post/691245019659730944/omg-part-two-of-milf-debbie-and-rich-lou-pls
Here’s part 3:
“Who broke your heart?” Lou whispered, almost seeming to be speaking to herself instead of Debbie now. Like she needed to answer the question herself. Like she’d been running from it. Dodging her past. Avoiding her future.
“Does it matter?” The brunette sniffed, looking up at Lou through her eyelashes. “I know how to keep it safe now.”
“You know how to build walls, you mean.”
“Aren’t you doing the same thing here? Hiding from fame? Letting everyone else have their moment in the sun.”
“You could let down those walls for me,” Lou whispered sweeping Debbie’s hair back, leaning in.
“Only if you let me help you shine,” Debbie muttered, closing the gap between them as she stole the breath of Lou’s next thought of her lips.
Lou parted their lips for a moment, letting their foreheads rest against each other as she breathed in the brunette, savoring the fizzy feeling that lingered between them.
A line like that from anyone else would have her rolling her eyes, but from Debbie? She wanted to make Debbie’s eyes roll back into her head. Again and again. And then some.
“What’s his name?” Lou found herself asking, immediately wanting to take the question back, but needing to know just as much all the same.
“My son?” Debbie scoffed, thrown by the question. Lou could see she wasn’t the only one affected by the kiss they’d shared, yet neither of them made any sort of move to pull themselves apart, their hips and heads still locked together. Steaks going cold on the counter.
“I know your son’s name,” Lou laughed. “He mows my lawn.”
“Actually, you’re the only person on this block who won’t let him mow the lawn,” Debbie frowned. “But he still says that you pay him?”
“I like doing it,” the blonde shrugged. “Some Zepplin. A crisp IPA. Done in a jiffy. But I wouldn’t steal his brilliant idea for gas money. So I still toss him a few bucks a week.”
“Fuck me,” Debbie swore, her voice suddenly breathy.
“Is that weird?” Lou laughed. “I mean you’re the parent. It might be a bad call. But he seems like a sweet kid. And I have more cash than I know what to do with and—“
“No,” Debbie hissed. “Fuck. Me. Lou.”
Debbie’s hand was reaching between them to grab Lou’s own, ghosting it up her own thigh under her dress as Lou groaned.
“You’re sure about this?” Lou asked, her nails digging into Debbie’s thigh as she took over the movement. “Once we do this…”
“So sure,” Debbie panted, throwing her arms around Lou’s neck, her lips falling back against hers. Lou let herself be kissed, but still had to be the one with the upper hand, wedging her leg between Debbie’s, encouraging the brunette to grind against her thigh as her nails raked down Debbie’s arms.
Debbie was moving them backwards and Lou was laughing, barely able to gasp out that “that isn’t what direction the bedroom is in” and fighting Debbie on trying to settle for the counter, the wall, and then the couch, in favor of the bed. Promising her they had plenty of time to experiment, but that she was going to do this properly the first time.
Now Debbie was pinned beneath her, looking up at the blonde with pleading, glimmering dark eyes and an eager smile. There was something about the very mismatched underwear and bra that made Lou feel warm. Knowing this hadn’t been some plan of seduction or using her. Debbie would never have done that. But Lou was being used to being used. For record deals. For money. For sex.
“Where’d you go?” Debbie whispered, her hand finding Lou’s jaw and stroking it gently.
“I can’t believe what I’m about to say,” Lou muttered, slinking her way down Debbie’s body before she laid her head against her chest.
“Oh Fuck,” Debbie cursed, trying to sit up, looking around for where they’d flung her dress. “You think this is a mistake. Of course it is. We can’t try anything. We’re neighbors. If anything were to go wrong, it’s not like it’s so simple to just move at the drop of a hat and I can’t pull Ben out of school and would never ask you to—“
“God no,” Lou chuckled, pressing her finger to Debbie’s collarbone, dragging it down slowly as she watched the brunette shiver, melting under her touch until she was laying down again. “It’s the opposite of that.”
“The opposite?”
“You have no idea how Fucking badly I want to rip that bra off. Roll those panties down. Feel how Fucking wet you are for me. I want to savor you, Debbie. I want you begging for me inside you.”
“Fuck, I want that,” Debbie breathed, her hips squirm beneath Lou, hands grabbing at her.
“So don’t let me,” Lou whispered. “Tell me you need to go home. Make up a lie. Tell me you need to take this slow.”
“Lou, that’s absurd,” the brunette giggled.
“Maybe,” the blonde shrugged. “But I want to do this right.”
She tucked a lock of hair behind Debbie’s ear, kissing her on the nose.
“Tell me you forgot about something and you need to go home. I’ll give you one of my button downs so you can sneak out of here in it and it’ll be glued to my memories until I see you again. And then tomorrow night, let me take you out. For a real date. And then we’ll see what happens.”
“You’re serious about this aren’t you?” Debbie grinned.
“Super serious.”
“Lou?” Debbie laughed, clearing her throat as she tried and failed to make a solemn face.
“Yeah?”
“I forgot—I have the um—iron on.”
“There’s no way you iron,” Lou snickered.
“So I’d better run home and shut it or you know—it might—what happens if you leave an iron on?”
“I don’t know,” Lou chuckled. “Mine has auto shut off.”
“You’re not helping me here.”
“Don’t you have a son who would be coming home from school soon? Like on that big yellow thing?”
“Oh shit. Yeah,” Debbie laughed. “That. That’s good. But you promise I can see you tomorrow?”
"I dont like being told what to do" "Dont you though ? Under the right circumstances, of course". Can you please continue the bodyguard fic (but with smut), based on those lines ? Thank u, love your work btw !! :)
Patience shall be needed, but I promise eventual smut and a return of that infamous line for y’all ✨
Part 2 is here: https://www.tumblr.com/blackacre13/719598075443888128/oh-my-god-we-need-parts-2-3-4-and-5-of-the
OH MY GOD we need parts 2, 3, 4, and 5 of the bodyguard fic!!!! PLEASE
Could you do a bodyguard Lou fic? Danny got involved with the wrong
Here’s part 3:
“Before we head anywhere, I need to see your bedroom.”
Who was being forward now?
“For security purposes,” Lou smirked again, Debbie’s mouth apparently gaping before she forced herself to shut it. “Need to see windows. Exits. Hazards. That kind of stuff. How many ways there are in and out of this place. And I’m gonna want to make it look like you’re home while we’re out. For starters.”
“Right,” Debbie nodded, fumbling towards her room. “For starters.”
Debbie had never been nervous when it came to bringing anyone home. How many dates had she led with a smirk past the couch and up to her bedroom door, hand on the knob, slyly nodding her head towards the room with a silent, knowing look as an invite? But now, now she was nervous and wishing she’d had some sort of notice that a) Danny had hired this gorgeous woman who she could barely look at without forgetting how to formulate words as her personal bodyguard and that b) she was going to ask to see her bedroom.
“Are you—gonna?” Lou prompted, trying to hide her smile as she watched Debbie, who was still frozen in front of the door.
“Right,” Debbie nodded, trying to keep herself together. She twisted the knob, throwing open the door with too much force as it bounced off the wall awkwardly.
“Easy, killer,” Lou snorted, holding her hands up in a show of mercy, but she waited for the brunette’s go-ahead, standing in the doorway as Debbie wandered into her own room, feeling like she had never truly quite stepped foot in her own space before. She was trying her damndest to remove herself from it. Trying to experience it as Lou was. What did she think of it? Impressed? Bored? Could she care less? Did she really need to see it for safety sake or was she just poking around? Trying to find out more about Debbie?
But before Debbie could point out anything or ask a single question, Lou’s face was painted with concentration, that little notebook she’d written the license plate of the car in back in her hands as she scribbled things down, frowning at the window, locking and unlocking the latch. Fingers ghosting along the blinds. Head flicking between the window and the door.
“I want you to keep these closed,” Lou spoke. “We’re going to get you a light that works on a timer too. So it can go on and off even when you’re not home. We’ll set up a pattern just you and I know and of course it won’t match your real schedule. Don’t want anyone catching on to when you’re really here versus when you aren’t.”
“My schedule?” Debbie asked, whipping around, maybe purposely trying to stand in front of a raggedy bunny that sat atop her bookshelf that Danny had gotten her when she was a baby that she maybe still slept with when she felt like shit.
“Ocean, I am your right hand man,” Lou spoke seriously. “Wherever you go, I go. Whatever you do, I do.”
“Isn’t that a poem?” Debbie asked, scrunching up her face.
“Only partially, my dear,” Lou smirked. “E.E. Cummings. But I’m serious. We’re Velcro, you and I. Until all this is through. You want to go to dinner as a thank you? I’m honored. But even if you said you were going to dinner alone, I’d be going with you. You’ll tell me what your typical day is and I’ll be there. Your own personal shadow. Looking out for you.”
“You’re going to be there with me?” Debbie confirmed. “Every step of the way?”
“Every step of the way,” Lou agreed. “Now what are you wearing to dinner? I have some pepper spray I want to make sure we can hide on your body.”
You’ve been gone so long, we’re getting worried, u okay?
It’s a long story, but yes, I’m okay. Trying to prioritize my health and chase a diagnosis that has yet to appear for over two years now and I’ve been spending some time on writing some original fiction so stay tuned if you have any interest in being a beta reader or future reader. I’ll need a lot of help getting some new characters into the world.
Appreciate the concern and outreach more than you know❤️❤️
