Disclaimer: I do not own Louis, Tawny, or any other Disney character. Would
if I could, but I don't. :)
~* Chapter 1*~ Sunlight. Louis opened his eyes slowly, letting his eyelids fall forward to protect his eyes from the shafts of sunlight coming through the slats in the window. He slowly shifted his head, becoming increasingly aware that there was an arm thrown over his shoulder, the delicate fingers intertwined in the white bed sheet. He studied the fingernails, the traces of black nail polish still clinging to the round nails, the way the long fingers connected to a wide palm that was soft as a baby. He was a little confused at first, but when the hand stirred and a sigh came from the other side of him, and the hand gently pulled back to rest lightly on his shoulder, he got visions of what happened last night. He could remember her laughing wholeheartedly at one of his stupid jokes, he could see his hands brushing her raven hair away from her face. He remembered taking off her shirt, her not stopping him, for once, and laying down on the bed. He could recall the way she was laughing one minute as he tickled her and serious the next as she kissed his neck, as he rolled her over and planted a trail of kisses from her neck to her toes, not missing a square inch as she laughed and cried out from joy. He winced at the thought of his beautiful, beautiful woman being put to any pain. He could still see the pain laced with pleasure behind her eyes as they lost their collective virginities.
She turned over, using her hand to force him to turn onto his stomach,
also. She used her fingers to trace the
pattern his spine made, poking out of his delicate pale skin. She
leaned over and, brushing aside his mass
of curly bed-head, kissed the back of his neck, gently biting the
skin.
"Mpmph...morning, sleepy head" He turned over to look at her delicate
face.
Tawny's face burned as she recalled what they had done last night, how
he had made her feel...she closed
her eyes against the harsh sunbeams dancing across her face.
"Here, let me get that for ya." Louis stood, taking the sheet with
him. She quickly grabbed for the sheets,
but Louis was faster. She lay there, naked, as he wrapped the sheet
around his waist and studied her form.
"My, my...lookin' good, Tawn."
"Louis! Why do you get the sheet when I have to be naked?" She quickly
sat up, but didn't bother to cover
her bare breasts with her hands...she was comfortable with Louis.
"Well, if you have a problem with it, babe, then off it comes!" He
quickly dropped the sheet to the floor,
stepped out of it, and made his way to the window. He started to close
the shades, but was quickly interrup
ted.
"No, leave it."
Tawny stood up and went to the window, looking out at the beach. The
hotel was 3 stories high, and they
had requested a 3rd floor room with a view just because of this-the
beach. The waves were a turquoise-aqua
color, the surf choppy and the sky cloudy.
"Aw...dammit! No surfing today...gee, I guess we'll have to find some
other way to occupy our time." He
stood behind her, pulling her hair into a makeshift ponytail and
kissing her neck, lightly running his tongue
over the bruises he'd made yesterday.
"Louis...stop." He lifted his head and she turned around to look
directly into this eyes. "We really did this,
huh?" "Yea, Tawn. Do you....do you think it was a mistake?" His heart stopped beating as she looked down. He could tell she was contemplating, pondering how to answer truthfully. And he knew she would. "No, Louis. I don't. I think...we made the right choice." "Well, was I good?" He cracked his infamous grin and looked slyly at her.
She just laughed and pushed him away, heading towards the bathroom. On her way, she picked up her clothing, piece by piece. She retrieved her skirt from the chair, her top from the bedside table, and her bra from its resting place atop the room service menu. She was slowly remembering everything from last night....staying out partying on the beach, drinking cheap wine and playing in the surf. Coming home well after midnight, sobering up immediately as he lowered her onto her back. As she stepped in to the bathroom, she knew that while it was cliché, everything seemed suddenly right with the world. The hotel room seemed to be floating, suspended above the world on a cloud, it's sole occupants being Louis and Tawny. She splashed water on her face, neglecting to take a shower or brush her teeth just yet- she liked having traces of Louis on her.
Louis was sitting on the bed, checking out all the movies that could be rented on the hotel TV. As she rummaged through Louis' suitcase, she found a soft Level27 shirt next to his unopened box of rubbers, ribbed for her pleasure. She held out the shirt so he could slip it over her head. As her head slid through the opening in the shirt, she suddenly frowned and picked up the box, checking out the seal. "LOUIS! What the hell is this all about? You didn't use a condom last night?!" Tawny's voice was so loud, he was sure the neighbors could hear. "Wait, calm down, calm down...I can explain!" "Damn straight" "Well...I was still a little buzzed, and...and, dammit Tawn, you were right there, and I've been waiting for this since we were kids and you just...felt so good. I couldn't stop!" "GOD, louis! What if...what if I get pregnant? Will you support a child? With your paycheck at the *DAIRY QUEEN*?"
"Tawn, calm down! I just thought...aren't you on the...you know, the pill?"
The tears streaming down her face must have answered his question. He pulled her down to sit next to him on the bed, her head resting on his shoulder, his arms circling around her thin body.
And that's when the Louis-Tawny cloud came crashing down.
~* Chapter 1*~ Sunlight. Louis opened his eyes slowly, letting his eyelids fall forward to protect his eyes from the shafts of sunlight coming through the slats in the window. He slowly shifted his head, becoming increasingly aware that there was an arm thrown over his shoulder, the delicate fingers intertwined in the white bed sheet. He studied the fingernails, the traces of black nail polish still clinging to the round nails, the way the long fingers connected to a wide palm that was soft as a baby. He was a little confused at first, but when the hand stirred and a sigh came from the other side of him, and the hand gently pulled back to rest lightly on his shoulder, he got visions of what happened last night. He could remember her laughing wholeheartedly at one of his stupid jokes, he could see his hands brushing her raven hair away from her face. He remembered taking off her shirt, her not stopping him, for once, and laying down on the bed. He could recall the way she was laughing one minute as he tickled her and serious the next as she kissed his neck, as he rolled her over and planted a trail of kisses from her neck to her toes, not missing a square inch as she laughed and cried out from joy. He winced at the thought of his beautiful, beautiful woman being put to any pain. He could still see the pain laced with pleasure behind her eyes as they lost their collective virginities.
She turned over, using her hand to force him to turn onto his stomach,
also. She used her fingers to trace the
pattern his spine made, poking out of his delicate pale skin. She
leaned over and, brushing aside his mass
of curly bed-head, kissed the back of his neck, gently biting the
skin.
"Mpmph...morning, sleepy head" He turned over to look at her delicate
face.
Tawny's face burned as she recalled what they had done last night, how
he had made her feel...she closed
her eyes against the harsh sunbeams dancing across her face.
"Here, let me get that for ya." Louis stood, taking the sheet with
him. She quickly grabbed for the sheets,
but Louis was faster. She lay there, naked, as he wrapped the sheet
around his waist and studied her form.
"My, my...lookin' good, Tawn."
"Louis! Why do you get the sheet when I have to be naked?" She quickly
sat up, but didn't bother to cover
her bare breasts with her hands...she was comfortable with Louis.
"Well, if you have a problem with it, babe, then off it comes!" He
quickly dropped the sheet to the floor,
stepped out of it, and made his way to the window. He started to close
the shades, but was quickly interrup
ted.
"No, leave it."
Tawny stood up and went to the window, looking out at the beach. The
hotel was 3 stories high, and they
had requested a 3rd floor room with a view just because of this-the
beach. The waves were a turquoise-aqua
color, the surf choppy and the sky cloudy.
"Aw...dammit! No surfing today...gee, I guess we'll have to find some
other way to occupy our time." He
stood behind her, pulling her hair into a makeshift ponytail and
kissing her neck, lightly running his tongue
over the bruises he'd made yesterday.
"Louis...stop." He lifted his head and she turned around to look
directly into this eyes. "We really did this,
huh?" "Yea, Tawn. Do you....do you think it was a mistake?" His heart stopped beating as she looked down. He could tell she was contemplating, pondering how to answer truthfully. And he knew she would. "No, Louis. I don't. I think...we made the right choice." "Well, was I good?" He cracked his infamous grin and looked slyly at her.
She just laughed and pushed him away, heading towards the bathroom. On her way, she picked up her clothing, piece by piece. She retrieved her skirt from the chair, her top from the bedside table, and her bra from its resting place atop the room service menu. She was slowly remembering everything from last night....staying out partying on the beach, drinking cheap wine and playing in the surf. Coming home well after midnight, sobering up immediately as he lowered her onto her back. As she stepped in to the bathroom, she knew that while it was cliché, everything seemed suddenly right with the world. The hotel room seemed to be floating, suspended above the world on a cloud, it's sole occupants being Louis and Tawny. She splashed water on her face, neglecting to take a shower or brush her teeth just yet- she liked having traces of Louis on her.
Louis was sitting on the bed, checking out all the movies that could be rented on the hotel TV. As she rummaged through Louis' suitcase, she found a soft Level27 shirt next to his unopened box of rubbers, ribbed for her pleasure. She held out the shirt so he could slip it over her head. As her head slid through the opening in the shirt, she suddenly frowned and picked up the box, checking out the seal. "LOUIS! What the hell is this all about? You didn't use a condom last night?!" Tawny's voice was so loud, he was sure the neighbors could hear. "Wait, calm down, calm down...I can explain!" "Damn straight" "Well...I was still a little buzzed, and...and, dammit Tawn, you were right there, and I've been waiting for this since we were kids and you just...felt so good. I couldn't stop!" "GOD, louis! What if...what if I get pregnant? Will you support a child? With your paycheck at the *DAIRY QUEEN*?"
"Tawn, calm down! I just thought...aren't you on the...you know, the pill?"
The tears streaming down her face must have answered his question. He pulled her down to sit next to him on the bed, her head resting on his shoulder, his arms circling around her thin body.
And that's when the Louis-Tawny cloud came crashing down.