Fiona Coyne Day

Chapter Two

"I'm home." Fiona called out, shutting the door to her condo and turning to see if her roommate was home.

"In here!" a masculine voice called out from the living room. Fiona smiled and put her over-sized purse down on the counter, making her way over to the living room.

"Hey," she greeted, feeling a grin pulling at her lips at what she saw before her. Drew was hunched over a large pile of laundry, still in his green uniform shirt, sorting through his clothes with an exasperated look on his handsome face.

"Hey to you too," he greeted with a wide smile, shoving a black shirt into his overnight bag. "I'm almost done; I'll be out of your hair in a bit."

Fiona gave a laugh, "Okay. Did you get my text?" she asked, hopeful.

Drew scoffed, shaking his head, smiling despite himself. "Yeah I did. And I swept, vacuumed and did the dirty dishes you left in the sink this morning." Fiona smiled widely.

"At a boy." she praised with a nod and a ruffle of his hair. Drew laughed and shook his head.

"What time is Imogen coming over?" he asked, running his fingers through his hair. Fiona sat down on her lavished couch, crossing one leg over the other smoothly.

"At 6."

"Okay, cool. I'll be out of here before then." he said with a nod, "What are you guys doing tonight?" Fiona raised an eyebrow in his direction, a grin tugging at her lips.

"Wouldn't you like to know." she drawled, looking at the young man with a mix of disapproval and amusement.

"Come on, two chicks alone all night in the place I live? You have to give me something." he argued.

Fiona laughed, rolling her eyes, "Calm down you horn dog, I'm not telling you a thing."

Drew laughed and continued sorting through his laundry. He was planning on staying at Bianca's for the night, something that was quite disturbing in Fiona's opinion, but something she was grateful for anyway.

It had become harder to get time alone with her girlfriend considering the issues with her father, but now that everything had settled down between Imogen and Natalie it was easier to get her to come over for a date.

It wasn't just that it had been difficult to get time alone with Imogen when everything was still concealed behind closed doors; it was just that Imogen wasn't entirely present even when they were together. Of course at the time Fiona had assumed that it had been something she had done, she had an insecurity about herself when it came to relationships, but she had been painfully wrong she later learned. After finding out the truth behind what had been happening with Imogen's father, after witnessing it fist hand at the Moreno household, she had understood that things were much more serious than she had initially thought.

It had been extremely difficult for Imogen when her father's mental capacities had started a snow balling pace of deterioration, his mind having gaps between memories, gaps that could fill years of both his life and Imogen's.

Volta's death had made things even harder, the dogs absence a constant reminder of the danger her father could wind up doing to himself and to others.

It had been even harder still as Imogen's denial spiraled out of control. She had been hell bent on taking care of him on her own, shutting away the entire world, spurred forward by her fear of betraying the man that had raised her, betraying him like her mother had long ago, abandoning him and leaving him to whatever fate brought his way.

Fiona had been worried, watching as the girl she cared for more than anyone recklessly threw everything away in an attempt to prove herself as something she never needed to.

She had been grateful when Imogen had finally sought out her mother, realizing that there were things fish pie just couldn't fix, things like deteriorating neurons and the breaking down of brain matter. It had been then that Imogen became herself again, when the weight of the world had been lifted off her shoulders.

Fiona could still remember the expression of relief and utter joy on her girlfriend's face when she had returned to school, her eyes dancing over the extravagant set she had designed herself, finally life-sized and functional. That moment had been worth all the worry. In that moment she saw life breathe it's way back into her girlfriends small frame, she saw life twinkle in her eyes again, pulling at her smile, singing through her voice. Yes, she had definitely been grateful for Natalie's interference.

Drew mumbled something to himself, breaking Fiona's train of thought. She blinked a few times, shaking the sudden tiredness out of her body and turning to her roommate curiously. He took a pair of jeans into his hands and made a face, putting them back down and picking up a more flattering pair. The beautiful girl cocked a brow in his direction, amused by his sudden concern in fashion sense. She supposed he did need to look good tonight. She made a curious face at the thought.

Heterosexual relationships were something she still found a bit odd in and of themselves, the sexual aspect especially. The reason behind this was, well, obvious. She gave a soft laugh turning her head away.

She couldn't understand how anyone could be attracted to such bulky, grace-less bodies, their frumpy posture and self deserving attitude nothing less than unappealing in her opinion. The male gender lacked a finesse that that the female gender naturally had, a beauty and quiet grace that just demanded admiration from all and any that looked upon it. There was just something so perfect about the female figure. Her thoughts drifted to her girlfriend, the way she filled out her shorts and t-shirt, the way she gracefully walked, hips swaying slightly. Yes, the female gender was definitely much more interesting. The male body on the other hand was the exact opposite, she though, blue eyes falling on her roommate. This of course was the point she supposed, biology and evolution working together in the furthering of the species and whatnot. She saw the logic behind it, but that was about it. The male body was just so mechanical and operative, hard and bulky, unbalanced and unwelcoming like some man-made machine. She never did quite understand what was so attractive about them, but she had no room to judge.

I did have my fair share of failed heterosexual attempts, she thought with a wry grin, and I can't exactly start judging others for their sexual orientation now can I?

"Alright, I'm good to go. I'll see you tomorrow." Drew said with a satisfied look on his face, slinging his bag over his shoulder. He turned to Fiona, "Be good and remember to use protection." he lectured with mock sternness, his finger in the air. Fiona laughed, standing back up and running her hands over her dress to smooth out the material.

"The same goes for you Casanova." she drawled, cocking her head to the side saucily, her curls falling over her shoulder. Drew laughed, running a hand through his hair, obviously embarrassed.

"Thanks Mom. Well, I'm off." he drawled, heading for the door. He stopped suddenly and turned around, his expression mixed, "And try not to make too much of a mess, you did just make me clean the entire condo."

"Geez Drew! You're worse than my mother! Just get out of here already!" Fiona said with a laugh, her pale colored eyes dancing with amusement. The tanned young man threw his arms in the air as of defeated.

"Alright! I'm out of here! But if you guys make a mess you're cleaning it all up!" he half laughed half threatened.

"Okay! Bye!" Fiona called out, obviously ignoring him. He muttered something she was sure was obscene before finally shutting the door.

She walked over the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, taking out a chilled water bottle. She took a sip and stood still for a moment, pale blue eyes inspecting the loft quietly, a bemused smile on her lips.

There was nothing out of place.

Drew had done a great job, per usual. She gave a happy sigh, walking over to the living room and turning on the television, walking over to her movie collection. She bit her lip softy, pale colored eyes flickering over the titles, fingers dancing over the DVDs, finally picking a few out. She bit her lip and smiled, unable to contain her excitement.

Imogen was finally coming over for the night for the first time since they had started dating. Finally they were going to have their long coveted date night. She had much to be excited about on this very special Fiona Coyne Do-Over Day.

She could still remember those days when they had struggled to stand their newly born relationship on its shaking feet, she remembered the insecurities they had to work through, the sentiments they had left unsaid and unattended on that chilly night of the Frostival, the things that had come back to haunt them not long after.

But those were days of the past, of quivering confused children grasping for something in the dark, a vague idea they had only imagined in girlish day dreams and love sick sighs, things they had no real understanding of. How could they have? They had both had nothing but half formed unbalanced failures they couldn't even begin to call relationships. They had been right to be hesitant, to be scared, they had both bore scars of the past, of immature infatuations and fleeting feelings of something that vaguely resembled love that had left them both empty and alone and scarred.

But they had worked past that, they had held on to each other in the midst of their turmoil and family struggles and had emerged stronger than before. They had emerged as a couple, as a strong, functioning, loving couple, and finally, finally they were going to have a date night without her pesky roommate ruining the mood! Fiona thanked her lucky stars for that.

There was a ding at the door, tearing Fiona from her thoughts suddenly.

She let out a happy sigh and made her way over, feeling her heart flutter happily in her chest, her knees quiver ever so slightly with excitement.

She pulled the door open and was met by a wide grin and a happy squeal.

"Fions! Look what I got for our very first Fiona Coyne Day!" Imogen squealed happily, thrusting a delicately designed paper bag into Fiona's arms. Fiona laughed and accepted it, peeking inside, "Red velvet cake!" Imogen announced before her girlfriend could fully inspect the contents of the bag, stepping into the condo with her overnight bag slung over her shoulder, taking off her coat.

"Ooh! Delish!" Fiona said, obviously pleased by her girlfriends choice in pastries. She followed Imogen, placing the folded paper bag down on the counter and took her coat.

"Mhmm! Natalie and I drove over to that bakery downtown." Imogen explained, putting her bag down and prying the pink box open, peeking at the fanciful treat with delight. Fiona hung the coat in the coat rack and made her way over to her girlfriend with a dimpled smile.

"That place is ridiculously expensive, Immy! You didn't have to." she said, looking at the label on the neatly creased brown bag. Imogen smiled and dipped her finger into the rich frosting, tasting the sweetness with childlike mischievousness.

"Only the best for my high society girl." she teased, leaning forward and placing a soft kiss on Fiona's lips, smearing some frosting against the perfection they were in the process. Fiona giggled, licking the remains of her lips slowly with a pleased and slightly naughty look.

"Why, don't I have the best girlfriend in the world?" she teased, bringing Imogen into her arms with a happy expression.

"Yes, you really do." Imogen replied playfully, then stopped, looking around the loft, suddenly self conscious. "Is Drew gone already?" she asked, her eyes shifting around suspiciously.

"Yeah he just left a few minutes ago." she replied, looking about the loft halfhazardly, "I made him clean the condo, I couldn't have Casa Coyne messy on our very first real Fiona Coyne Day now could I?" She explained with a wry grin. Imogen giggled.

"Ooh, you are so evil, I love it." she said with a scrunch of her nose. Fiona grinned.

"I know you do."

"So what are we watching?" Imogen asked, her eyes dancing with excitement, "What are we ordering?" she quickly added, absolutely abandoning her last question and moving on to more pressing matters, "Ooh! Can we order pizza? No! Chinese! Both! Pretty pretty please with Nutella on top?" She begged, tugging at her girlfriends clothes like a child. Fiona couldn't help but laugh.

"Immy, I hate Nutella. You know that. Now chocolate on the other hand, put that on anything and then you have a deal."

Imogen giggled, leaning forward a bit so that she could play with Fiona's dangling earrings, fingernails grazing her delicate earlobes purposefully.

"How about kisses?" she offered, pursing her lips together, eyeing the curly haired girl impishly. Fiona grinned, her expression unladylike and roughish.

"That's even better." she husked, sending a delightful thrill though the smaller girl.

"Better than chocolate?" she asked, raising an eyebrow challengingly, her heart jumping in her chest. Fiona pretended to mull it over in her head, her brows arching, her expression feigning indecisiveness.

"Fions!" Imogen scolded, eyeing the girl with mock indignation. Fiona giggled.

"Definitely better than chocolate." she said finally, her voice rich and amused and filled with devious promise.

"You're so sweet." Imogen said sarcastically, tugging at her girlfriends curls, urging her closer.

"Only for you." she whispered, leaning forward and catching her girlfriend's lips with hers. Imogen felt her knees all but buck at the delightful sensation, wrapping her arms about the girl's waist, enjoying the sensation of their closeness. Fiona pulled away slightly, her tongue darting out and running over her bottom lip with a happy grin, giving Imogen the most heartwarming expression she had ever seen.

"We can definitely order both." she declared finally, sneaking another small kiss from her girlfriend. Imogen gave a soft laugh.

"You're such an easy girl to convince. I may have to abuse this power once in a while." she husked, grinning up at her girlfriend.

Fiona giggled, biting her bottom lip softly.

"This is something I could condone, Miss Moreno." she declared saucily, scrunching up her nose adorably.

"You Casanova, you." Imogen teased, stepping back and fishing through her purse for her phone, "Now what do you want from our usual Chinese place? The cashew chicken?" she asked, looking for the number on her phone.

"Yeah, that sounds good."

"Fried rice or steamed?" Imogen asked, pulling the phone to her ear.

Fiona paused for a second, mulling it over.

"Steamed."

"'Kay," Imogen nodded, committing the information to memory and turning her attention to the other person on the line, "Hello, I'd like to place an order. Yeah, can we get an order of the cashew chicken? Steamed please. Yeah and can we get an order of the shrimp phat tai? Yeah. That's fine."

Fiona busied herself with setting up the living room in their preferred fashion, with pillows and blankets in abundance in a makeshift fort. She walked into her bedroom, taking the pillows from her bed and walking out into the living room.

Imogen hung up and started her pizza order. Fiona scrunched her nose as she heard what she was ordering, not quite fond of the mixture of bacon, pineapple and Chinese food.

"Okay! All done!" Imogen announced triumphantly, "The food should be here in 30 minutes or less or it's free! So start the clock!" she said, throwing herself on the comfortable couch.

Fiona laughed, "You are going to get sick with pizza, phat thai and cake." She chastised, making herself comfortable on the oversized couch.

"And twizzlers and popcorn and pixi sticks!" Imogen declared as if offended that Fiona had left those out. "I loaded up on snacks before coming over Miss Fiona Coyne, it is a special occasion after all!"

Fiona laughed, sitting down next to her girlfriend, "It is isn't it?"

"Why of course. It's only my second favorite day of the year."

"What's your first?"

"Imogen Moreno Day, duh Fions! Isn't that obvi?"

Fiona laughed, her blue gray eyes dancing with amusement.

"Well isn't that a coincidence? That is also my favorite day of the year."

"Ooh, you're so smooth." Imogen teased, sitting up and grinning at the beautiful girl in front of her. Fiona gave a soft laugh, giving her a self satisfied look.

"I know, right?"

"And cocky!" Imogen retorted quickly, laughing.

"Hey!" Fiona defended, leaning her weight of her hands as she leaned forward on the couch, "I take offense to that."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

"What can I do to make it up to you?" Imogen asked, inching her way over to the beautiful girl in front of her, her eyes dipping low and catching the dip of her cleavage. They darted back up quickly, her face suddenly hot, her heart racing. Why did her dress have to dip so low on her chest? And moreover... why the hell did Fiona look so damn good in that dress?

"Mmm..." Fiona pretended to mull it over, completely unaware of her girlfriends wandering eyes, "How about a kiss?" she offered. Imogen but her lip, her smile growing wide. Fiona Coyne would be the death of her at this rate.

"That I can do." she said with a laugh, tugging at her girlfriends curls with her fingers teasingly, urging her closer. Fiona gave her a dimpled grin, eyes twinkling with playfulness. Imogen grinned back, leaning forward and brushing her lips against Fiona's. The beautiful socialite smiled into the kiss, her hands wandering about the other girls back, curling around the material of her shirt.

Imogen wrapped her arms about the curvier girl, her hands running over the fabric of her dress, slipping underneath her blazer teasingly, feeling the dip of her waist, the fanning of her hips, Imogen felt her heart bang against her chest. Fiona felt so good. She gave a soft whimper, her girlfriend's fingers having found their way underneath her shirt and along her back like fire. Imogen found herself tangled against Fiona, her heart pounding in her chest, her breath labored and eager for something she still didn't quite understand. She gave a soft moan, parting her lips against Fiona's, letting her tongue slip past her lips and rejoicing in the wonderful act. She moaned, leaning forward, wanting to feel as much of the gorgeous girl as she could.

Fiona growled softly in her chest, a delightfully delicate sound despite the primal desire behind it. She wrapped her arms around Imogen, kissing the girl for all she was worth, which was a hell of a lot in Fiona's opinion.

Imogen moaned softly, pushing herself up against her girlfriend, her breasts pushed against Fiona's and coaxing a delightfully throaty sound of approval from the beautiful girl. Imogen found her fingers tangled in her girlfriends curls, found them tugging at her, found her teeth biting down on her perfect bottom lip, teasing her, fanning the embers of desire within both of them further.

Fiona gave a soft gasp, tugging at her girlfriend insistently, delicate fingers curling against the sensitive skin of her lower back, teasing with their delicate scratches and wistful caress, slipping underneath her bra strap and stroking the delicate skin she found there.

"Fi..." Imogen gasped, her breath labored as she pushed herself against her girlfriend even more, her heart thrashing about in her chest as if begging to be freed from its prison. She pulled at Fiona's blazer, instant and urgent against her, aching to feel more of her, to explore more of that wonderful body. The blue eyed girl took it off quickly and threw it aside, not caring where it landed.

Imogen sighed as Fiona's silky bare arms came around her, relishing the sensation of skin on skin, wondering about how delightful it would feel to tear off that dress and hold her.

"Immy..." Fiona moaned, tugging at the girl, pulling her closer still, her delicate fingers adventurous despite herself, tugging at the material of her shirt.

"Fions.." Imogen leaned back pulled Fiona down on top of her, her eyes rolling back as Fiona's body came down snug against her own like a delicious dream. She gave a soft groan, parting her legs to make room for the gorgeous girl, pulling at the material of her dress urgently with impatient hands. Fiona giggled softly, leaning down to kiss her, parting her lips against Imogen's, her hands wandering along her thighs, pulling her legs tightly around her own hips. Imogen groaned her back arching against Fiona.

This girl would be the end of her, Imogen thought for the second time through her haze. She would be the absolute death of her! How was it possible for someone to be this perfect? Imogen was at a loss. How could someone be so perfect, so beautiful, be such a great kisser and feel this good in her arms all at once? It was a mystery, a mystery she could devote an eternity to solving.

Fiona gave a soft whimper as Imogen's lips trailed along her jaw line, kissing their way down her neck softly. She gave a sigh, craning her neck in an attempt to give Imogen more space to kiss. Imogen thanked her with a gentle bite.

"Immy..." Fiona moaned, tugging at the stray locks against Imogen's neck with a delicate curl of her fingers, wanting more.

Imogen almost fell apart at the sound of her girlfriend's voice. She sounded so... Sexy. She liked it- no- she lovedit. She wondered what other noises the gorgeous girl could make.

She bit down again, this time harder and delighted in the faint mewling she was rewarded with. Imogen had to keep herself from flailing about with the cuteness of it all. Who new Fiona could be this adorable?

She grinned and leaned forward, catching her girlfriends earlobe between her teeth, playing with it softly, her to tongue grazing the sensitive flesh teasingly. Fiona gasped, her hands against the couch in support of her. Imogen gave a soft moan, pushing herself against Fiona still, her hips arching slightly with the glory of it all. Imogen brought the delicate tissue to her lips, sucking on it softly, blowing against the shell of her ear.

Fiona's hands slipped along Imogen's legs, caressing her bare skin, dragging her fingernails along the sensitive skin. Imogen gave a gasp, wrapping her arms about her tighter. Fiona's fingers wandered, dipping slightly underneath her shorts, the pads caressing the unexplored skin teasingly. Imogen bit down on her earlobe.

"Immy, I..." Fiona started suddenly, pushing herself up, her usually pale face rosy and more beautiful than ever before.

"Yeah?" Imogen asked, feeling her body flush with heat at the conflicted tone of her beloved's voice. Fiona pulled away slightly, blue-grey eyes heated and soulful and unsure. Imogen felt her heart leap out of her chest. Fiona looked so beautiful, her hair disheveled from having her fingers tangled in it so much, her lips kiss swollen and puffy, her face red and conflicted. She looked gorgeous.

"Immy," she began, taking a deep breath and looking into her girlfriend's eyes, she smiled nervously, looking away and batting her eye lashes in a very Fiona Coyne-like way. Finally she turned back to her girlfriend, her expression half frightened and half sure of herself, "Immy, I lo-"

The doorbell rang loudly.

For a second they just sat there, Fiona's mouth opened in mid-sentence and Imogen looking up at her with a mixed expression.

Eventually Fiona looked away, embarrassed, her curls falling over her shoulder in a flurry of movement, hiding her face.

"I'll get the door." she said quickly, making her way off of Imogen and walking to the door quickly.

Imogen sat there for a moment, her cheeks burning, instantly missing the sensation of her girlfriend's body against hers.