Unbreakable Red Silken Thread

by Rufus T. Serenity

Fate, destiny, chance, and luck. Four of the most powerful forces in existence, and all of them have had it out for Cody Emmett Jameson Anderson, Heather Wilson, and Gwen Fahlenbock since the days they were born. Fortunately, those same four forces have got it in for each other as well. Rated M for sex and other mature, darkly realistic subject matters.

4. Fate: Cracked Masks

Author's Notes: Hello everyone! Bet your shocked to see this chapter uploaded so soon, eh? Well, there's a good reason for that. You see; it turns out that the day that this chapter will be uploaded is only a day or so before my first day of classes. I had an extra week or so to work on this chapter more than I thought I would.

Now, as hinted at before, this chapter is a HUGE one! Believe me, both Kenju and me thought about splitting it in half but we agreed that it had to be shown in full all at once. Besides, that means that this chapter is an extra special reward for you all.

Ok, its time to address something that some of you might bring up later on. Heather's siblings, her little brother and sister, at least at this stage of things, will NOT be included in this story. In this version of things, Heather's an only child. While I usually hate making such huge diversions like that from canon, in this case, based off what it revealed in this chapter, it makes more sense for this to be the case. And its more helpful to us for what will come later if Heather is an only child. It might be possible to work Heather's younger siblings into this later but its unlikely. That being said, this chapter will show some very important details about both Heather and Cody. Some will be hints, others outright spoken. PLEASE read the closing AN as well since there is important information within it.

As was hinted at last time, this chapter will contain the first doses of lemon. This will likely be mentioned a few times through this story but both Kenju and me have many aims with this story (most of which I can't say now), but one of the biggest ones is making a quality lemon story that is not a PWP (or porn without plot) story.

This chapter has another time skip, six months after the previous chapter, so that means it's early in the summer break between sophomore and junior year for the characters.

Here's the fourth chapter of "Unbreakable Red Silken Thread": Fate: Cracked Masks

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Six months after the passing of the New Years, things between Heather and Cody had changed yet again, but this time much more thoroughly than before.

It was not long after the ballet recital actually that Heather started dropping stronger and stronger hints that she had more in mind than simple friendship with Cody. By the last month of their sophomore year, Heather finally spoke the words that Cody had been praying to hear since that day on the cruise ship leaving Hawaii. She asked him to be her boyfriend. Obviously, he jumped at the idea. Even her requiring the relationship be a secret couldn't lessen his elation at this development. Cody's elation at that point however was nothing compared to what he felt a week later. After just seven days of being a couple, Heather did something that Cody had been looking forward to for some time. She took his V-Card, and gave it a through stamping.

As Heather had predicted, Cody was horribly inexperienced when it came to sex. But, having expected this and having planned accordingly, she drew from her own vast sexual history and began teaching the former virgin the arts of physical pleasure. To her surprise and delight, Cody had proven to be a very fast learner, following instructions without question and having an almost sixth sense understanding of what she wanted. He still had a long way to go before reaching the level that Heather was accustom to, but his progress was still remarkable. Truthfully, a good deal of that rapid increase in skill was simply due to in the number of times they had fucked each other in such a short span of time. One horny teenage male plus one sex starved teenage female equaled ample practice.

For the last three weeks, Heather had been going to Cody's house on Saturdays and Sundays, usually early in the morning, and stayed until late in the afternoon or into the evening, the two doing little else aside going at it like wild rabbits in heat.

It was glorious, easily the highlight of Cody's life and one of the top ten for Heather. She would even admit (to herself, never aloud) that Cody was climbing up that ranking as time went on. His only real flaws being weak physical strength, stature, and his body having low sexual stamina. It took very little on Heather's part to make him cum, which again wasn't very shocking as Cody was a virgin before this and Heather was easily the sexiest girl in the school. Now that their summer vacation had started and the two could literally devote entire days to simply fucking each other brains out, she was working very hard on correcting those flaws.

However, at this moment, on this Saturday morning, those joyful thoughts were the furthest things imaginable from Heather's mind. The same could be said for anything remotely positive.

SMASH!

Another ancient vase smashed against the dining room wall.

"What the fuck, you stupid bitch!" Heather's father shouted. "Oh yeah, just keeping breaking my shit, that'll fix everything!"

"Shut your fucking mouth, you cock-sucking two-timing bastard!" Heather's mother shouted back, with her voice hoarse from the constant shouting.

"Hate to break it to you, dear, but I wasn't the one on my knees, now was I?" Heather's father fired back smugly but no less harshly.

That set Heather's mother off on a whole new wave of cursing that echoed throughout the large mansion. Which is why right now, rather than preening herself for her accomplishments, basking in the glory of finally getting some after over a year, Heather was curled up on her bed, head buried under her pillow and hands closing it around her ears to block out the world around her.

Anyone who watched Total Drama knew that Heather was a strong young woman, but everyone has their limits, just as every fortress, dam, and great wall has a breaking point.

Heather was quickly reaching hers. The walls of her emotional fortress were withering away under the endless tide that was the two-day strong verbal war going on between her parents.

The fighting began Thursday morning after her mother had made a surprise visit to her husband's office. Earlier that week, she had made reservations for two at a nice upper-scale restaurant to celebrate their anniversary. She had thought they could start the celebration early with a quickie in his office, but upon opening the door she found her husband had already beaten her to the punch at starting the day with a bang.

With his twenty something year old secretary, Diane, whose ash-blonde head was bobbing at his groin as she played havoc with his nerve-endings with her tongue.

Aside from one all too short respite, the past forty-eight hours had been a never-ending stream of yelling, cursing, and the smashing of expensive objects in the Wilson estate. And, though savored at the time, the brief period of her parents not fighting was actually the worst in retrospect. She had inwardly cheered when her parents' fight moving to the outside of the house spurred the neighbors to call the police and an officer arrived on the scene to break them up. But as people started to gather around to witness the newest example of domestic discontent, the former Queen Bee realized the horrible truth this development brought with it.

Her family's issues and drama had been exposed, like a traveling circus act, for the entire world to see. Visible to anyone driving by and within earshot of the yelling. The festering emotional scars of her parents' marriage that had been safely contained within the mansion's mighty walls were now exposed, slit opened like the bowels of a freshly gutted fish.

Knowing the forces that be were against her, Heather knew that this would spread like wildfire over the savannahs of social media. Soon enough everyone with a MyFace account or email would know everything, if it didn't end up on the news that is. She would become even more of a social pariah than she had been after Total Drama World Tour, all her hard work that went into rebuilding her reputation over the last year was in tatters, if not completely vaporized.

Despite knowing her year of work was in vain, despite knowing she would be lucky if she could start over from square one again, despite knowing her family's shame was in all likelihood going to be plastered across the front page of the local newspaper, it still couldn't compare with the most damaging blow that Heather was now struggling to deal with. That unwanted honor belonged to the fact that her name had actually come up several times over the last few hours, and with it, something she had long since feared. Slowly, in between the incoherent bouts of shouting, screaming, yelling and cursing, a suspicion Heather had been nursing for the last three years had been confirmed. Suspicions were one thing, but to actually hear them out loud, and to realize that they were not only true but worse than she could have imagined, it was overwhelming.

SMASH!

That sound coming from just down the hallway, and knowing her parents' fight was getting within range of her room was the straw that broke the camel's back. Heather couldn't take it anymore, not so close to the one refuge she had in this pit of snakes. Nearly running out as fast as she could, Heather stormed out of her room and blew through the front door on a warpath to escape. Not even the slamming of both doors was noticed as her parents' argument continued to escalate.

Sitting in her car for several long moments of silence and barely keeping herself together, Heather finally started her car and began the drive to the only place she could think to go, the place that was starting to feel more like a home than her family's house ever had.

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As she drove in near silence, doubts and bad memories began stinging Heather like a swarm of angry hornets.

Memories of Total Drama, mainly World Tour, Alejandro, the talk with Cody, her fears of being stabbed in the back. This most recent development with her parents moved that last fear from plausible to terrifyingly possible.

Moving from those past worries she started fretting over the more recent ones. Cody being there as a friend, Cody being there as a boyfriend, Cody being there as her lover, her finally making some advancement in her popularity, its peak actually visible for the first time in over a year.

Then, like a bolt of lightning from out of the blue, she got struck with this.

When she made it to her destination, she quickly strode from her car and banged on the door with all her might, too worked up to even use the doorbell. Within moments the door opened, revealing a freshly dressed Cody. On instinct at seeing Heather, Cody's mouth curled into a grin with a cheesy one-liner ready to fire. Before it could even start from his lips however he stopped and took in Heather's appearance. The shift in his expression was quick enough to give a person whiplash.

"Heather? What-what's wrong?" Cody asked, concern and worry filling his tone.

Without even giving him an answer Heather pushed Cody out of her way, though as she stormed towards the stairway leading to his room he could hear her shout, "I just want to be alone where it's quiet!" Her voice already cracking, the former Queen Bee hastened her steps as she ran up the stairs. This was followed by the slamming of a door, which he suspected being his.

Cody, confused and worried in equal parts, was unable to do anything as he tried to process what had just happened. Firstly, oddly enough, there was the irony of Heather coming to his place when she claimed she just wanted to be alone. But that didn't last long. Instead, despite having no clue of what was wrong or what to do, it was clear that Heather needed his help. After a few more seconds were spent mustering up his courage, he followed his girlfriend's path up the stairs towards his room's door.

Opening the door, Cody saw something bathed in the bright early morning sun's rays that he had never seen in his life, something that quite frankly he didn't believe could happen.

Heather Wilson, breaking; lying in the center of his bed on her side, clutching her stomach and in tears with loud, unrestrained sobs filling the air.

Instantly panicking, Cody rushed over to her and rolled her over so he could see her face. In her current state, she didn't offer any resistance. "Heather, what's wrong!?" His teal eyes went down towards her arms, which he saw were draped over her stomach. Only one thought came to mind, and it made him gasp.

"Oh my god…your pregnant!"

Heather instantly sat up, unrelenting anger in her grey eyes overpowering the grief from before. "No, you bastard! I didn't come here after your money because you knocked me up!"

Her remark about coming after his money caught his attention, but before he could point out the rather large difference between their parents' income, she buried her face into his shoulder and started crying even harder, her arms wrapping around him like a pair of vices.

Without missing a beat, Cody pulled her to him as closely as he could; trapping her in a hug he had no intention of ending. One arm was around her waist and the other around her shoulders, its hand pushing the back of her head to him. Swaying from side to side while shushing quietly, he began running his fingers through her long raven hair, knowing it had a soothing effect on her from past experience. It seemed to be working, or at least helping after a few minutes passed. Though still sobbing and clearly distraught, Heather had calmed down a bit. Seeing that, he started to tell her what he knew everyone needed to hear after that kind of reaction: that everything was okay, that everything was all right, that nothing was wrong.

He couldn't have known how poorly he choose his words at that moment, not until Heather violently pushed him away with all of her might, knocking him off the bed to the floor. She stood up, now far more livid than before. "How the fuck do you know that!? You don't know anything! Not a single fucking thing! Everything is not okay! Everything is not all right! Something is wrong! I AM WRONG!" Her voice grew in both volume and venom with each addition.

Getting back up and doing his best to ignore the pain from having been knocked onto his back, Cody refuted her statement.

"I don't think that's true Heather, I don't think there is anything wrong with you."

Sadly though, as well intended and honest as his words were, they were like gasoline on the fire raging through her inflamed, grey eyes.

"Of course you don't think there's anything wrong with me, you fucking pervert! What could possibly be wrong with the girl who's put out for you almost whenever you wanted it!? Admit it, you're a goddamn male Sierra! You just care about me because I've given you more sex in the past three weeks than you ever would have gotten otherwise in your entire life! I could be dying right now and all you'd care about it if you fuck me one last time!"

Cody winced at her words, brimming with unquestionable hate, and buried insecurities. As Cody had learned the hard way since that day are the café, a hurting Heather was a mean Heather. She didn't just go for the throat for a quick clean kill; she'd tear out your throat before shoving her hand back down it for more. Despite the pain he was feeling from her verbal barbs, he remained silent as Heather continued to rant bitterly, her voice oscillating between nasty, mock-cheerfulness and full-blown hate.

"But why shouldn't you be self-centered, you entitled little shit!? You've got it all, don't you!? You've got a nice home! People who actually like you as friends, who you can see whenever and wherever you want out in the open! More money than you'll ever need! And now, you've even got the hottest piece of ass you'll ever find on tap! Yes, sir, everything in the life of Cody Emmett Jameson Anderson is just so hunky-mother-a-o-kay-fucking-dory!" Heather said, the mock-cheer reaching the apex of its crest, before the wave of emotion churning within her trembling, overwrought body descended into the shattering, pure, white-hot foam of aggression and resentment. "And while that's happening with you, everything that I try to do gets thrown back in my face! No matter what I do, I'm always just a fuck-up and a mistake!"

Even though Cody had already guessed it, Heather's behavior throughout her rant only added to the mounting evidence that something was very, very wrong. Before, even when at her saddest or angriest, Heather would attempt to restrain herself, to not show everything. But now, not only was she in tears, she wasn't even trying to hold anything back.

Taking the former Queen Bee's smaller hands into his own, intertwining their fingers, Cody spoke with a surprisingly clam and subdued voice, "Heather, what happened?"

Heather, with her eyes glistening as ashen glaciers in the sunlight, stared at him at a loss for words. Even amidst all the sadness and despair within her; what dominated her at this exact moment was complete and utter shock, shock that Cody was taking all of this without fighting back. It threw her through a loop. Normally, when she shouted at people like that, when she beat them with her bitterest words, they either recoiled away or shouted back at her...before recoiling away from her. Between what quick glances she could make out through her tear-laden vision, she could see that her remarks had hurt Cody quite severely, her words always carefully chosen for the strongest effect, but still...

Why didn't he just leave her alone? Why didn't he yell at her? Why wasn't he fighting back?

The reason was simple, but there was no way she could have known it. Having dealt with a lifetime of aggression being directed at him and enduring the efforts of many a schoolyard bully had taught Cody the truth of an old, and often repeated saying. To be more accurate, how truly inaccurate it was. 'Fight fire with fire.' It was such an appealing and self-justifying lie that people bought into without a second thought. But Cody knew the truth; you don't fight fire with fire, doing that only leads to more problems as the flames are strengthened two-fold and spread further just as quickly. No, you don't fight fire with fire…you fight it with water. You fight it with its opposite, something that weakens aggression rather than escalate it. You need to endure the fury and figure out the problem, and then once you know what you are dealing with you can put it out. That was what Cody was doing now, enduring the dragon's fire so he could reach it and find out what was wrong.

Even though she couldn't understand how he was able to stay so calm, so in control despite her harshest barbs, he nonetheless impressed her. Heather's pervious boyfriends, all of whom Heather still believed were overall better men than Cody, had reacted to similar outbursts from her with their own, resulting in hours of arguing and sometimes thousands of dollars in damages or loss. Her mind rung with the sounds of smashing pottery and broken glass, both from her past fights with earlier boyfriends and her parents' latest argument. Lowering her gaze and focusing on his hands, his fingers wrapping around her own and stroking them across her knuckles, Heather's eyes trailed up to Cody's face. She saw his eyes were looking directly into hers without a hint of movement. Again, Heather was surprised and secretly impressed by this. Ever since she had taken his virginity, Cody eyes would unapologetically drop to her breasts while they were talking unless she specifically called him on it. By this point, though annoyed by it, Heather had just come to expect it from him. But there was no angle or tilt of his face, no concealed glance or dip in his vision when blinking.

Swallowing hard and trying to figure out what to do, Heather reached one conclusion. 'Tell him.' After swallowing several times to remove any built up phlegm from her crying, the former Queen Bee spoke, 'We-well…my-my parents have been fighting for…da-days. I-I've been trying to just...wait it out, like...I did b-before, but I can't take it anymore." She was silent for several long moments, watching Cody's face before breaking away from his eyes she continued. "I think they're going to get a divorce…and pretty soon."

Cody felt a look of shock slip out of previously stone-faced expression at hearing the word divorce. Not wanting to pry and make things worse a second time, he took the safer choice. "Are you sure? Couldn't they just be going through, you know, a rough patch or something?"

The Tech Geek's girlfriend released a choked, barking laugh at his questions, causing him to slightly wince at the painful bitterness carried within that one cruel chuckle. "Cody, 'a rough patch', would define their entire marriage. They've hated each other since the beginning, and they've only stayed together because they both get something out of it," Pausing to collect herself, she continued. "But now...I'm pretty sure that they'll be getting divorced soon. It's been bad...for a long time. Mother catching him with his secretary's mouth around his cock, who she already knew he'd been fucking for months now, was the writing on the wall!"

Cody had a pensive reaction to that but remained quiet, just holding her hands, his thumbs massaging them in consistent circular motions. As she briefly lost herself to this stable feeling, she too remained quiet until finally, under the faintest wisp of a breath escaping her lips, she muttered to herself in a voice softer than a cooing dove, "It's all my fault."

"It's not your fault," Cody spoke the instant he heard it, quickly, boldly, his voice stronger than she remembered it being. "Whatever happened between your parents that caused this, it can't be your fault. There's no way you can blame yourself for your dad cheating on your mom like that."

Heather sighed and shook her head slowly, "Cody, I'm not some naïve little girl blaming herself for her parents' fighting. You wouldn't understand."

Within moments of the words leaving her lips, Heather found her face moving, turning. Two objects resting themselves on her cheeks, wet with jagged uneven tear streaks, and moving them ever so gently towards Cody's face. Looking through the corners of her eyes, Heather realized that it was Cody's hands that were turning her towards him. Face to face, only inches between them, she found herself looking into his eyes, warm and caring as ever.

Despite the impressive façade of calmness he was projecting, Cody's stomach was in the process of being tied into several Gordian knots. He'd never been in this kind of situation before. All it would take was saying one wrong thing and Heather would be either a crying mess or a fire-breathing dragon again. While the part of Cody that enjoyed living didn't want to pry, he knew he had to if he was going to help her. Drawing from the most realistic scenes from movies he'd never in a million years admit to watching, along with what he knew from his searches on-line about dating, Cody put his heart and soul into what he said next, praying it wasn't the wrong thing to say.

"Then explain it to me so I will understand. Whatever it is, you can tell me, you know that."

For a brief moment, something changed, she was sure of it. His expression itself didn't, but something about it did. It was something in his eyes, something Heather recognized and knew that she'd seen before, but she couldn't place the 'what' or 'where'. Pushing the stray thought to the back of her mind, Heather shifted to the dire debate before her: to tell or not to tell, that was the question.

As time passed in complete silence, Heather carefully weighed out her options. A part of her, the stronger part of her, warned her to just keep quiet. But, another part was also present. Its voice was frail, weak from years of disuse. The two voices, one strong and reliable, and the other weak and foreign debated. To tell Cody would be exposing herself far more than she was comfortable with. He could hurt her; use her with what he learned. Years of rightful distrust couldn't be ignored so easily.

Then, Heather had an epiphany. She had already exposed herself to Cody quite a bit in more ways than one, gave him plenty of opportunities, but he had never attempted to use them against her in even the slightest. For all of Cody's flaws, he was someone who she could trust; he had proven himself before after all. She had taken a huge gamble when she started their secret relationship, then once more when she had sex with him, already having a contingency plan for when he went and bragged about it to his friends and anyone else that would listen. To her surprise, he didn't. Cody had kept his word, telling not a soul about what they did that day, or any of the other things they had done since. Though trusting others was against her nature, he had yet to let her down in that respect.

Biting her lip, Heather closed her eyes and took a deep breath before putting a little distance between them. Licking her lips and swallowing several times as she gathered herself, she took the plunge.

"When I said it was all my fault, I didn't mean my parents' divorcing…I mean their marriage itself."

Feeling like just saying that much had sucked all the air out of the room, Heather remained silent. Cody, despite opening and closing his mouth several times, followed his girlfriend's example when no sound was to be found. All the movie moments and dating websites in the world couldn't have prepared him for that one. Cody opened his mouth, only for him to close it before saying anything several more times before he decided that whatever happened next, Heather had to be the one to decide.

After a good full minute of remaining in silence to gather herself, Heather continued. "My parents have argued about a lot of things over the last few days Cody, and I...learned a few of things I had...thought about from time to time, but was never exactly sure about. My name actually came up pretty often, I even had a solid hour long cursing match held in my honor…lucky me, right?" She chuckled that same barking laugh Cody had come to despise before continuing. "Ever since the fighting started...or at least this round of fighting started...I learned everything, every little thing that I had suspected for years but could never prove." Heather paused again, getting herself ready for the actual story to begin, with reluctance.

"Apparently they met at one of my father's parties. He was a major benefactor for the theater company my mother performed with at the time. They...hit it off real well and later…" Heather paused, again. Cody allowed the silence to reign, until he heard some sniffling. Looking at Heather's face he could see tears starting to flow down her already stained cheeks, but the former Queen Bee didn't react to them. He was about to wipe them away with his thumbs, when Heather swallowed, then broke out into another fit of bitter barking laughter. "You…you know, it's funny Cody. In fact, it's downright fucking hilarious!" She shouted with a voice conveying anything but joy in its chuckles. "I've always been use to the high life, from as far back as I can remember. But how many people can claim they've lived the high light since the very start? How many other people can claim that they were conceived in the backseat of a limo, while their parents were drunk off their asses on a bottle two hundred-dollar Champaign!"

Pausing only to catch her breath, she continued, "The only reason I even exist is because my parents didn't use any protection! I'm a 'oops' baby Cody, a mistake, an accident!" The former Queen Bee kept up that barking laughter the entire time. When she finished speaking, she wiped away the newest streams of tears before she started swallowing again and trying to collect herself for what else she needed to say.

While doing this, she turned to Cody and saw his expression was as calm and comforting as ever. He wasn't smiling obviously, but he was looking right at her in deep concentration. At this moment, nothing existed to the Tech Geek aside from his crying girlfriend, and she knew it, as far as he was concerned, nothing else existed to him. Finding strength from this knowledge, Heather took another deep breath and soldiered on. "About a month later, my mother sent word to my father that she was pregnant…and that it was his. He didn't believe her, until she came to him in-person two months later with proof it was...I was his," pausing again, she took a shuddering breath, her hands tightening into firsts as her eyes narrowed. "He tried to pay her off, he offered her three hundred thousand dollars to…deal with 'it', with 'me', quietly. But she refused."

Cody's eyes widened and his breathing came to a dead stop. Seeing this, Heather showed a smile that looked as though it had been on the Rack in the Tower of London, stretched as far as it could physically go but still brimming with pain. "You know, my mother has a favorite saying…one that I've heard her use countless times, but it wasn't until this morning that it finally clicked and I understood what it means." Her savage smile twisted into a sadistic grin as she spat the words out as though they were acid. "If a man wants a glass of milk, you don't sell it to him; you make him buy the whole fucking cow!"

Finding that her voice was gaining strength, growing under the roaring fires of wrath forming within her strained voice box. "Once I heard that, it all fell into place, it all made sense, why it is after all these years, why after seventeen fucking years of hell they stayed together. My mother knew he was worth millions, and if he was willing to pay that much in hush money for her to have an abortion, she knew she could easily get a lot more out of him," Shaking her head she turned her gaze back to his. "Turns out she gave him a counter offer, to marry her, or she would take him to the courts and leave him with barely enough money to live in a motel for the rest of his life. He laughed in her face, told her she didn't have a chance in hell of making that threat happen." Her face morphed into a dark smirk, one Cody had only seen once before. "He wasn't laughing when she showed up the next morning with three lawyers more than happy to take the case for a single digit percentage! Not even a week after that, they were married. Five months later, I, the great mistake, was born!" She hissed out the last part between clenched teeth.

Then, just like that, the strength that had seemingly possessed her left, like a puppet with its strings cut Heather lowered her head, unable to continue speaking. Silence hung in the air for a few moments; neither she nor Cody knew what to say after that revelation. Finally, with a voice ringing with an emptiness that matched her earlier fiery wrath in terms of intensity, Heather spoke up again. "Cody…its no secret that I hate my parents, but now, I see that no matter what I just can't win." She released several deeper breaths. "I don't have much time left, Cody. I'm so fucking screwed." Shaking her head and with fresh tears returning, her greatest fear slipped out from her lowered guard. "Once I turn eighteen, I know my father is going to throw me and my mother out on our asses. Everything is in his name, everything!"

Cody became confused at her last comment, the crushing dread it carried being unlike anything he'd ever heard from her before. "Why? What happens when you turn…eighteen?" His eyes grew as the significance of what Heather was hinting at crashed into his mind like a tidal wave.

Heather didn't say anything, seeing that Cody understood what would happen, that she and her mother would be kicked out by him and they'd have no legal protection against him. Despite his parents being lawyers, law wasn't something Cody knew a great deal about. But after she laid the pieces out in front of him, he was easily able to put them together. Once Heather turned eighteen, the leverage that her mother had over her father was gone since she'd be considered a legal adult and no longer his responsibility under the law. The Tech Geek looked down and shook his head as he moved his hands from Heather's to her shoulders. Once he had her smooth shoulders of silken skin in his meeker grasp, Cody pulled her to him, the gesture as much for himself as for her. Not having the will to resist, Heather soon found her face once again buried within the crook of his neck. Heather wasn't crying, but she was obviously very upset, sniffling and choking, finding that the next round of tears were being blocked, until she felt Cody's hands rubbing up and down her exposed back. The tears unlocked and flowed.

Even though he feared he had somehow made things worse, he didn't stop; he couldn't stop. Cody was quickly discovering that he hated feeling so useless when Heather was this upset. So far, he'd done nothing but upset her even further. He had to do something, even if it was just getting all of the tears out of her system. He wouldn't stop until the last tear had fallen, no matter how long it took.

Heather's mind was now a maelstrom of worry, fear, and confusion. She truly didn't know what would come next. Though it filled her with terror, for reasons she couldn't fully understand or explain, she feared that this would even ruin…whatever this was she had with Cody. But that wasn't her main worry now, her focus was trained on the clock ticking closer and closer with every passing moment to when she turned eighteen, to when her father would no longer be liable for child support. She doubted that her dear old dad was dumb enough to not have the foresight in getting her mother to sign a prenup. As good as her mother might have been in getting this his money, he surely had seen a way to be rid of her from the very beginning.

She was only vaguely aware of Cody pulling her back with him, shifting them from sitting up on the bed to laying on it, with him on his back and her face still in the crook of his neck. Though the position had changed, Heather's state did not, and the tears seemed as though they would never stop.

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The bright morning sun had long since set, allowing the calmer moon to rise, bathing all beneath it in its otherworldly silvery glow.

Heather found herself bathed in the milky gleam of the full moon, as she lay on her side facing away from Cody, who was spooning behind her. Ever since the former Queen Bee had arrived in tears, time had lost all meaning for the both of them. Though Cody had felt the pains of hunger gnawing at him for the better half of the evening he never once left his room, and though he had needed to use the bathroom for over four hours, he didn't leave her side. Though unaware of these factors, Heather was thankful for his constant presence. She could feel the arm wrapped around her waist, Cody's hand rubbing soothing circles around her exposed stomach, while the other hand was underneath the pillow she had her head propped up on. She stared out the window in silence as she drank in and absorbed his warmth.

It had been silent for a while now, after hours of talking and crying she had finally managed to shed most if not all of the tears from her eyes and heart.

"Heather," Cody asked, his voice shattering the quiet like an exploding bomb. "if you thought that your mom hated you doing ballet, why did you keep doing it? Why didn't you quit?"

Heather snorted, mostly at the fact that Cody had asked about that of all things. But as odd as it might sound, she almost kind of liked that he asked out of place questions like that one, it allowed her to have brief escapes from the brooding she had been doing all day. "After all the years I had spent learning and practicing, being good at it, and with me not only enjoying it but also being able to brag about it…why would I stop?" It was quiet for a few moments. Before Cody could pry further, Heather continued. "I had only suspected it before this mess, but my mother made it very clear that she blamed me for 'ruining her career', what with having to carry me and my birth knocking her off the stage for almost a year. But...once I figured out that I was never going to get my mother's approval, no matter how well I did, I figured why not be happy to remind her of that fact as often as humanely possible?"

Despite himself, Cody chuckled at that, as did Heather, though her laugh was a pained one, it was a laugh nonetheless, and far removed from the cruel empty barking she had been making earlier that day. It was a small step in the right direction.

While it wasn't the first time that Heather had noticed the darkness outside, she decided that it was finally time to address it. "Cody," she asked, "what time is it?"

After looking over his shoulder at his alarm clock, Cody answered with a frown, "It's almost nine."

Both of them were quiet after that. Heather turned, draping herself across Cody and once again buried herself into his neck. She was thankful for his recent growth spurts, which made them more or less equal in height, her five foot three to his five foot two. It helped make this position a rather comfortable one, especially when he wrapped his arms around her. They might not have been nearly as massive or thoroughly muscled as the arms of her past lovers, but she felt every bit as safe in them.

Neither Heather nor Cody spoke though. Neither one of them wanting to address the ten-ton lime-green elephant in the room that was doing the can-can in a pink, polka-dotted tutu.

It was late, and neither of them wanted her to go. Heather had no desire to return her family estate and endure more of her parents' fighting, and Cody didn't want her to go back now that he knew what her home-life was like.

Heather was mulling over something in her mind before she pushed herself up, so that she could look down at Cody. The former Queen Bee felt his hands move from her back down to her hips as she moved. On instinct, she was going to yell at Cody for trying such a lowbrow move at a time like this. However, she quickly realized that Cody was just trying to keep a protective hold on her, not just grind up against her. The proof was the lack of the goofy smile he always had whenever she was on top of him like this. Instead, his teal eyes were shimmering lakes of worry and his mouth was bent into a guarded frown.

Looking away, Heather, with her voice oddly soft and open, voiced her thoughts, "Cody, would you mind if I spent the night here? I'd rather not go back to…there." She was unable to even call the place that her parents were fighting in home, for obvious reasons.

In the blink of an eye Cody's expression changed. Gone was the strong, supportive boyfriend that had been there the entire day. Making a grand return was the good old nervous and twitchy Tech Geek Cody! Acting as if it had just happened, Cody became suddenly aware of the position they are in and where his hands were, which he pulled away from his girlfriend as if she were on fire. "Sa-sure! You can stay here…He-Heather! And don't worry, don't be pressured or anything. I'm totally okay with us just doing this with our weekend time, instead of, well, you know. You don't owe me anything and you shouldn't be worried about…that!"

Heather looked hurt for the briefest of moments, not realizing the mistake Cody had made. But then her face appeared mostly normal, even sporting a small smile as she spoke, though her tone was slightly off. "That's okay, it's fine, don't worry about it. Thanks anyway," Pausing her face lowered slightly. "I understand that you might not be ready for something like that...I just didn't want to be alone, or anywhere near, there, if I could avoid it. I didn't mean to scare you."

As the former Queen Bee started to get up, Cody had a moment of clarity. Heather hadn't been trying to make up for not having sex all day, like most of their Saturdays, or trying to repay him for listening to her all day. She simply wanted to stay here instead of going home, and now she thought he didn't want her to stay with him, like he felt pressured. Moving as quickly as he could, Cody grabbed Heather's arm right as she was about to get off of his bed. His girlfriend looked at him confused, with her eyes barely getting dewy. "Heather…I-I'm sorry…" Cody said, his voice soft and filled with shame. "I'm still not very good at this whole relationship thing, and all the little subtleties at work, even when there aren't any. I thought you were hinting at something else when you said you wanted to stay the night. Please, don't think you're forcing this on me in the slightest. In fact," Cody said before pulling on Heather into his lap, "I must insist that you stay the night. I want you here with me." Cody paused to kiss the nape of her neck as he smiled shyly. "I've been wanting to ask you to stay over night for awhile now, but I couldn't get the words out without sounding like a pervert. You biting the bullet took a massive load off of my shoulders to be honest."

The former Queen Bee, siting in Cody's lap looked up at her boyfriend's face, silent, still taking in everything at work in this moment. Now, Heather had been in Cody's lap several times before, but only when making out or fucking him. However, despite the obvious boner she felt pressing against her, she knew this wasn't sexual. The look Cody was sending her way wasn't one of lust; instead it was one of concern and compassion…for her. She felt an odd feeling stir within her breast as that realization sunk in.

"Thank you, Cody." She said, softly, smiling while her grey eyes twinkled in a way they rarely did without the amplifying effects of tears that were eager to drop to the ground. The former Queen Bee then did something that she had literally never done before.

She kissed Cody softly on the cheek.

This shocked the Tech Geek, as previously whenever he and Heather kissed it had always been full on the mouth, and rather heated, sensual at minimum if not outright sexual. But this kiss was completely different. It was soft, not harsh; warm, not scalding; sated, not hungering.

Even so, it still made Cody blush from the tips of his hair to the bottoms of his toes.

That blushing only increased when he saw what Heather did next. Rising from his lap she started to stretch, working the kinks out of her neck and back with pops and snaps. The Asian girl was showing her boyfriend quite the orchestration of muscles and skin, showing off her lithe figure that had managed to maintain it's near perfect beauty. He couldn't help but notice the ways her legs tightened and tensed with each movement, or how her boobs jiggled with each motion. Needless to say, it was quite the sight. But for her part, presenting herself like a gender-swapped peacock without the tall, striking blue-green tail feathers wasn't her intent. Simply put, after hours of remaining in the same position, she was extremely sore and stiff. Cody getting some enjoyment out this was an unintended, but not horrible, by-product.

While stretching, with her back (and ass) to Cody, Heather asked him, "Would you mind if I used your shower and borrowed some of your clothes for the night?"

Cody froze up at that, asking with a flat, "What?"

Still facing away from him, Heather bent over and reached for her toes, having her compact, taut hindquarters perfectly aimed at Cody's red face. "Cody, I am not going to sleep in the clothes I'm wearing now, not after an entire day of, uh…being comforted," Heather said, not being able to admit that she had spent the majority of the day crying. "I have no intention of wearing a salty and snot-covered shirt to sleep. Besides, I'm sure my hair and make-up are a mess. I really need to get cleaned up."

"Uh…Heather…you do know that I don't have any girls' clothes on hand, right?" Cody asked, feeling slightly uncomfortable while pointing that out.

For her part, Heather sighed before muttering, "Obviously." Then, there was a pause. Heather's grey eyes, which thankfully were no longer choked with tears, looked around the room. "You know Cody, maybe we should fix that? It might not be a bad idea for me to leave some spare clothes here. Even if my parents stay together after this, there might be times where I'd prefer being here." Cody looked at Heather dumbfounded; he couldn't believe it. Did Heather just say that she might want to spend the night with him when she wasn't an emotional wreck!? Even though Cody wasn't an expert when it came to relationships, he could tell that this was a huge step up. "Anyway, all I really need is a shirt for tonight. I don't mind going commando if I have to. But after three seasons of Total Drama, I'm too paranoid to sleep nude anymore."

'Goddamn you Chris MacLean! I hope your soul rots in the fires of Hell forever!' Cody silently fumed before mustering up enough wit and courage to reply, "Ok, that's fair. I'll find you a shirt."

"Thanks again, Cody." Heather said as she hugged him. While doing so however, she took several quick sniffs, then released him, took a step away and pinched her nose. "And I think you need a shower too, you stink. I refuse to share a bed with someone that smells like a pair of old gym socks."

If that was invitation to join her or not, Cody would never know. He chuckled nervously while saying, "I was already thinking of that. I'll just use the downstairs one."

"You know, I could use the dow-"

"Trust me, Heather, you don't want to." Cody said, cutting her off, something he rarely did. "The downstairs shower hasn't had hot water for months. And you're my guest, and between the two of us, you deserve the hot water up here way more than I do." He explained, before adding mentally, 'And I honestly think I'll need a long, cold shower to prepare myself for a sexless night of sleeping with you naked from the waist down!'

Not debating with herself for long about this (really wanting a calming, hot shower), Heather nodded once and headed towards Cody's bathroom, which she knew was connected to his room. Once she reached the door and entered the bathroom, she mostly closed it behind her, only leaving it opened by the smallest of cracks.

The moment Heather was behind that mostly closed bathroom door, Cody, still frozen in place, began to panic. What the hell was he going to give Heather to wear tonight!? Moving as quick as The Flash himself, Cody rushed to his closet and all but ripped the door from the frame.

---

Ever since leaving her parents' house that morning Heather had made a conscious effort to avoid looking at any mirrors. Not anymore, however. Now, she was looking. She wanted to inspect herself, surveying the damage this day of emotion had wrought.

It wasn't a pretty sight.

Her eyes were puffy, red and inflamed, looking like red clamshells with grey pearls. Her mascara and eyeliner had been running, transforming her face from her eyes to her chin into a canyon of blotted, jagged, black rivers of oil. She could even see the faint remains of some snot that had been running from her nose at its base. Her hair, normally perfectly smooth without a single out of place strand of black raven hair was a calamitous, disjointed murder of crow cloth.

In short, Heather looked like a two-dollar prostitute that had been caught in the rain.

Needless to say, for someone who put as much effort into their appearance as Heather did, the person staring at her through the reflective glass was a shocking sight. The fact that was most shocking however was the knowledge that she had looked like this all day! As always, she had put her make-up on early in the morning, before her parents had woke and resumed arguing. She distinctly remembered crying on her bed before leaving.

Then this fact was replaced for the title of 'most shocking realization' by the fact that she had arrived at Cody's house looking like this! The entire time she was here, the minute he had opened the door she looked like this! And not once, despite looking the worst she ever had since becoming popular, had Cody brought it up.

Finding herself frowning, Heather pushed that thought to the back of her mind as she started to wash her face. As the palms of her hands, filled with warm clear water, slapped against her face, taking the physical traces of her sorrow and pain with them, she lamented the fact that she didn't have her facial brush or cleanser. But, she amended to herself in silence, soap and water here was still preferable to going back…there.

---

A flood of clothing of countless colors was pouring out from Cody's closet. He was still digging around like a half starved ferret but still hadn't found anything Heather could wear. Finally, he emerged from the closet. Disappointed, he mindlessly shoved everything back in and closed the door, knowing he didn't have the time to put anything away properly.

Once his room's floor wasn't a coral reef of cloth and dyed textiles, Cody went deep into thought. He wondered if he should give her one of his dad's shirts, since they would be more than big enough. Then, his face turned towards one of his room's walls. He saw what had hung from it since returning from Total Drama World Tour, a framed hockey jersey. While Cody was only a mild fan of the sport, the jersey was important to him. It was a gift from his father the last time they had done anything together, a year ago. Aside from some of the higher regarded pieces of technology he owned, it was his most prized possession.

Suddenly, a voice that spoke as two in one in the back of his mind began to whisper a single thought into his ears, an answer to the thought of lending his girlfriend one of his dad's shirts.

Muttering under his breath, Cody defiantly declared, "Hell no."

---

With a content sigh, Heather watched as the curtain of steam began to rise from the warm water of Cody's shower. She had since washed the make-up from her face and stripped out of her clothing, folding them nearly and placing them on the sink and was waiting for the water to reach a comfortable temperature before getting in.

For the first time since coming to Cody's…Heather felt truly calm and at peace.

SMASH!

Heather jumped up at hearing the loud shattering of glass from the next room. "What the fuck was that, Cody!?" She shouted, more than a little pissed at having her good mood dashed so shortly after having recovered it.

Through the door, she heard Cody nervously chuckle before replying, "Sorry, Heather! I tripped over the power cord for my keyboard and it knocked something over!"

"Well you better have all the little pieces of glass picked up before I set foot in that room again! I'll be very pissed, and sexually frigid, for a long time if I step on any!"

BANG!

"Don't worry, Heather! I'll make sure I get all of it!" Cody shouted over another bang.

---

Cody stood there, looking at the busted up glass frame that once housed his prized jersey. With a trashcan already placed beneath it, all of the shards had been caught.

Sighing at what he had done, but remembering what it was for, Cody lowered the hammer he had used to his desk. Moving quickly, he took the frame and shoved it into the trashcan before running downstairs with the trashcan to dump the glass and frame.

---

The tiny crystal beads of liquid warmth from Cody's shower head rolled along Heather's light-olive skin, relaxing the finely toned muscles beneath and soothing her mind. As she had hoped, a long, hot shower was indeed helping her to move on from the day's events.

There was only one detail that risked dampening her easing mood, just one little thing that didn't sit well with her. Opening her grey eyes, the former Queen Bee glanced up warily at the completely clear shower curtain. Seeing the plastic protection that could be seen through had spurred Heather into feeling mild annoyance. Truthfully though, she didn't have the slightest clue why.

'Why don't I want Cody to see me naked in the shower, when I've been fucking him for almost a month now? He's seen me naked plenty of times!' She muttered to herself mentally.

There was a knock on the door, before Heather heard it creak open ever so slightly. "He-Heather?" Cody asked through the crack, "Can I come in for a second?"

Heather unconsciously covered her breasts with one arm and her mound with the other. "This is your house…and your shower, remember?" She called out dryly, but not as sharply as her normal tone would have been.

She heard Cody chuckle before walking in, with one hand blocking his line of sight to the shower. Through the curtain, Heather saw that Cody's other hand was holding something, some kind of large shirt, a sports jersey of some kind if she had to guess. She released a reflexive scoff, knowing that at leaving Cody would remove the hand covering his eyes to get a quick look at her in the nude. The Tech Geek dropped the jersey on the sink right next to her clothes before leaving, and fully closing the door behind him.

Heather stood there, briefly forgetting the downpour of warmed water falling on her. Dumbfounded, she blinked a few times. On instinct, she felt confused and annoyed in equal parts, along with a solid helping of offense.

'Cody didn't even try to look at me? The shower curtain's clear. It's his house. His bathroom. His shower. I know he can't get enough of my naked body! So why the hell didn't he look!?'

Looking down, Heather realized that she was still covering herself. She instantly uncovered herself, arms at her hips, legs partly spread, back slightly arched and head to the side exposing her fully naked glory for none to see. Heather normally felt many things about her body, but the one thing she had never felt was embarrassment. Ever since becoming popular (and beautiful), she knew that she was the stuff that guys' wet dreams were made of, and she never had any problem showing that off.

'Ugh! His geeky nature must be rubbing off on m-?' Heather started to think to herself, before she froze in mid-thought (in the hot shower). She cursed herself for thinking the unintentional pun and nearly face palmed.

Then, Heather's thoughts drifted to something else. A line of thought that had escaped her until her annoyed mental rant. She was using his shower. He was using the downstairs shower, which according to Cody didn't have any hot water. If the upstairs bathroom was his, the downstairs one must belong to his parents'. If the hot water hadn't worked in months, the only reason it wouldn't have been fixed yet would be that his parents hadn't been home for months. Could Cody really have been living in this huge house mostly by himself for all that time?

'Why is it that makes me feel…bad, for dumping all my problems onto him? Why do I feel guilty about what happened today now?'

These thoughts led her to ponder over just what was worse, having the worst parents ever, or having parents who you rarely ever saw?

As Heather pondered these questions, she still basked in the warmth of Cody's shower.

---

Icy chill after icy chill fell across Cody's shivering body as he took his shower downstairs. True to Cody's words, the downstairs shower didn't have any hot water…at all. However, the Tech Geek didn't mind this too much. His chestnut haired head was against the tiled wall pattern that resembled flowers of some kind and his hands were pressed against those hard, broken up flowers as he was trying to clear his head and understand himself.

One of his teal eyes spied something that briefly broke his deep internal inquiries. He saw an icicle growing steadily from his hair, turning the soft brown into hard clearness.

And that wasn't the only hardness in this shower. Even the ice-cold frigid water seemed to be powerless against the hardened shaft of aroused flesh between Cody's legs. Even after almost a month of having sex with Heather, seeing any part of her exposed could instantly get him fired up, her body was just as full of otherworldly beauty as it had been the first time he saw her unclothed. And the thought of that girl of otherworldly beauty being naked above him was putting him through the wringer. But while the effect was unquestionable, Cody didn't still didn't get why.

Sure, he always got aroused when thinking of Heather naked but it was rarely this strong. Aside from the first time he saw Heather naked, when he nearly passed out from the sudden surge of blood leaving his brain for his groin and nose, he never reacted this badly.

It wasn't just sexual arousal that he felt either. When he had left his jersey in his bathroom, Cody felt something…weird. Whatever it was, Cody couldn't explain it. All he knew was that somehow his arousal, worry, and nervousness fused together, becoming something else, something that was familiar but he couldn't place where from at the time.

Then, like a ton of bricks, it hit him. What he was feeling right now was the same feeling he had the day Heather reached out to him through MyFace, the day Dakota put those pictures all over the school, when he threw away the copy he had. It was the same feeling. He didn't want to see her naked, despite his arousal…because he felt bad for her.

[Its not so shocking Cody. She did just spend the last twelve hours or so telling you how crappy her life is, while crying on you for a good chunk of that time.] Cody4 piped up

'The reason, I didn't want to see her naked in the shower…was because she's vulnerable and I don't want to take advantage of her.' Cody thought to himself, unaware of Cody4.

{Yeah, that's a nice and pretty thought, but need I remind you at you've seen her naked plenty, having fully committed her entire glorious body, from head to toe, to memory.} CodyX added.

Cody was brought back to the reason that he was currently taking a shower in waters that might have matched the planet's two polar oceans in terms of life-draining coldness. Soon he'd be sleeping with Heather, with no sex, wearing only his jersey.

Her words echoed in his shivering skull. 'I refuse to share a bed with someone that smells like a pair of old gym socks.' When Heather had stated that, he was shocked. He had been planning on letting Heather have his bed to herself while he either slept on the couch or in his parents' bed. He knew it was better to not resist her wishes, but he was still nervous, they had had sex together and snoozed together afterwards many times in that bed but this was the first time she would spend the night with him. It might not have been a huge deal but to Cody it felt like a huge step in their relationship.

Finally, with the erection between his legs having been weakened but still somewhat taut, Cody decided that he had wasted enough time just soaking in the polar ice-cold water. After turning the water off and as he started drying himself off, Cody repeated to himself a pledge, a pledge that he would keep his cool and not give into his sexual urges, no matter what. He knew she was dealing with a lot and she didn't need him making her uncomfortable.

But he also knew that this might be the hardest thing that he had ever done in his life. Even so, Cody dried himself off and changed into the pair of boxers and the t-shirt that he had brought with him. After he was partially clothed, he walked up the stairs towards his room, towards Heather and something that had him both excited and terrified.

---

Cody had stopped outside of his bedroom door, having heard the water still running. Finally, the water was cut off. He waited for what felt like forever as he steeled his nerves. After one last deep breath, Cody opened the door and entered his own bedroom.

He didn't make it five steps before he was stopped cold in his tracks. In an instant, all of the boner-killing coldness of the excessively prolonged shower had been undone as his erection reached full-mast, with the purple, meaty crown barley being visible through the flap in the boxers. And to think, all Heather was doing was emerging from his bathroom combing her hair clad in the jersey he left her with while her back was to him.

"Sorry about using your comb, Cody." Heather said causally as she walked. "Believe me, if I don't get the tangles out before it dries then it's a pain in the ass."

He had heard Heather's words, but Cody hadn't actually heard any of them, aside from one. Not knowing it if was the same for other guys, Cody finally thought he understood what it was guys liked about seeing their girlfriends wearing their jerseys. He and Heather were close to the same height, but there was a key difference between their builds. His chest was flat. Heather had a bust, a beautiful B-cup bust. Said bust lifted the jersey's hemline several inches. As a result, the jersey's bottom was resting several inches over her succulent, toned thighs. But more importantly than that, Cody could see the bare bottom of her immaculate ass! As she passed him he had a front row seat to the two tight globes of muscle as they jiggled with each step. Truthfully he was only seeing the bare bottom of Heather's bottom, but that was more than enough.

Pushing that (very pleasant) image out of his mind, Cody stiffly (in more ways than one) made his way to his bed before turning out the light and climbing in under the covers, trying to avoid the general direction Heather was walking around. He laid there and waited for Heather to get under the covers from the opposite side. A minute later, he felt the covers being lifted and a mass sliding up behind him, before starting to push on him.

"Do you mind if I sleep on this end? I can't sleep with my back to a door." Heather asked.

Cody didn't think twice about it and moved over to give her more room. She moved closer to the edge of the bed, leaving about two feet of cover between them at least. Cody cringed as he realize how awkward this was, at how wrong it felt for there to be so much space between them when they were both in the same small area.

Taking a deep breath and mustering up his courage, Cody moved closer and closer to her. Once she was within range, he reached out to pull his girlfriend towards him.

"What are you doing?" Heather asked, stopping Cody's arm in its tracks.

The Tech Geek was silent for at least a solid minute as he struggled to find a way to put his thoughts into words. "I-I…uh, I was going to ha-hold you, Heather."

"I'm not in the mood, Cody!" Heather told him, a little nastier than she intended.

That caught Cody off-guard and left him frozen for a few moments. Then, however, he tried again. While reaching out for Heather, he said, "That's not what I mean, Heather." Not saying anything else, he pulled Heather's body against his, with her stiff as a board.

As Cody did so, Heather was silent, and wary. She was trying to figure out what it was that Cody was doing, what he was up to. Even at his most eager, all it took was a firm no for him to get the hint that she wouldn't put out for him. She liked that, she liked that a lot. But seeing him continue despite her saying no really annoyed her, since the day had been long enough and rather, bad, to put it lightly.

She felt one arm snake under the pillow she was using and the other wrap around her waist, the same exact positioning that he had used earlier when she was crying. Also in repeat was him spooning her up from behind. Then, she felt his head descending towards hers. She closed her eyes and puckered her lips, willing to endure a quick good night kiss.

But, as her lips remained puckered, Heather felt a small warmth press into her cheek. Opening her eyes, she saw Cody gently kiss her cheek, kissing her almost chastely. With her lips still slightly opened, though no longer puckered, she heard Cody whisper, "Good night, Heather. Sweet dreams."

With that, Cody closed his eyes and started to fall asleep, still hugging Heather.

Heather was too flabbergasted to return the good night. She lay there once again dumbfounded by her boyfriend's actions.

Despite herself and her past, her experience and skills in the bedroom, Heather found herself doing something she hadn't done in a very, very, very long time.

Blush. Heather was blushing in embarrassment.

She was blushing, all because of Cody being, well, Cody…but in a way rarely seen before. Heather was use to fucking, having had plenty of lovers and boyfriends, but this wasn't something she was use to. Typically when she would sleep with someone (actual sleeping), the other person would spend the time still awake feeling her up and groping her, which she tolerated most of the time. Cody was no exception to this; in fact, he might have been the guiltiest one of all, sometimes keeping her awake for an hour groping her before finally falling asleep.

But this, this was something different, and she wasn't quiet sure what to make of it.

Heather felt Cody holding her tightly, not quite uncomfortably so, but still…restricting. She moved and wiggled a little, but she found she couldn't escape his embrace. In fact, she was starting to become incapable of breathing. "Ca-Cody…could you please not hold me so tight?" She asked, feeling just a little more embarrassed about having to ask him.

Cody, with one eye lazily opened, apologized and weakened his crushing hug to a more tolerable level. In between yawns, he said, "You're really warm, Heather. That shower left me colder than I thought. I like being warm with you, you're like a cute, toasty little heater." He pulled his girlfriend just a little closer to him before closing his eyes and falling asleep.

He was completely unaware of the effect that had on Heather, causing her blush to rise, now covering her entire face, from her chin to the roots of her hair, in a fleshy red, heat. Once again, Heather wasn't able to respond to Cody's words. Still, she was confused.

She spent the last few moments that she remained awake trying to figure this all out. But she was tired; the toil of the day's emotional exhaustion was falling down upon her. Despite her best efforts, she was unable to fight off the need for sleep. In her last action before falling into the realm of dreams, she smiled as she felt the warmth of Cody envelop her.

---

Lazily, one of Heather's grey eyes opened at hearing the chirping of some bird outside. Still in the daze of a great night's sleep, she offhandedly thought to herself how it had to be morning, or maybe it was the afternoon for all she knew. She felt content either way.

When the other eye opened, both orbs of vision gazed at the setting surrounding her. The moment they did, all of the gentle daze left Heather in a microsecond as she realized that she wasn't in her own room!

In the throngs of panic, she all at once remembered everything that had happened the previous day. Her parents fighting, coming to Cody's, her breaking down completely, her pouring her guts out to him.

The former Queen Bee felt a powerful pulse of horror ripple within her. She had told Cody everything! He knew how sad and pathetic her life was! He could use that information for blackmail to get more sex out of her!

She felt so exposed, vulnerable, she felt so naked!

And that feeling only increased when she realized that she was, in fact, practically naked. She could feel that most of her skin was touching the bare sheets of the bed and covers. The only thing she felt aside from that was the jersey she was wearing…and something else, wrapped around her waist.

Under the jersey.

Amid the sudden burst of thought in a previously vacant mind, it took Heather a few moments to piece together what had most likely happened after falling asleep. At some point during the night, the jersey had risen up her chest, and Cody, likely only half aware of what he was doing, had wrapped his arms around her exposed belly.

Feeling the twin serpents of the Tech Geek's arms wrapping around her body made her pause however. It felt…odd, to have Cody holding her like this. It was different from what she was use to. Naturally, she and Cody had slept next to each other several times, after having sex. Almost every time they did so Cody's hands somehow ended up in one of two places, they would either end up on her breasts, or with one hand on her breasts and the other on or in between her thighs. It happened so often that Heather was becoming suspicious as to whether he was actually asleep when he did it or not.

And that wasn't the only thing differing from the norm. As always, Cody had a full-mast of morning wood, which Heather felt being pressed against her back. But it was against her back. Usually, when spooning like this, Cody's spear of aroused man-meat found itself being hot-dogged between her butt cheeks.

Both of these differences from the norm made the case that Cody was doing these things intentionally a lot more credible. She felt annoyed by this train of thought. Well, actually, it wasn't just annoyance she felt…it was also a fair amount of uncertainty. A part of her liked this morning reaction, with it being an ego boost and unquestionable proof that she rightly amazed Cody with her nearly perfect Olympian body every morning. But, she really didn't want him to react like that unless she was in the mood for sex too. Also, it irked her because it was another reminder of how much work she had to do to simply get Cody to the point where he was a decent to above-decent fuck. Heather never had much for patience, and building up his sexual stamina and skill tested her to her limits. Being use to experienced partners, building Cody from the ground up was less than appealing.

Besides, it wasn't irritation that Heather was feeling right now, not at all. Even the annoyance had slipped away. Despite not entirely knowing what she was feeling, she came to the conclusion that it wasn't…bad. In fact, it was quite comfortable, nice even. For reasons she couldn't explain, she liked be held like this, like she was an oversized stuffed teddy bear.

She felt...warm, almost as though she were at peace, and in her tranquility she tried to label what it was that she was feeling, to place a name with this vaguely familiar emotion. The first thing that came to Heather's mind was sexual arousal, being horny as all fuck and needing a good lay. But, that wasn't it. She wasn't overpowered by the urge to jump his bones. She then went through an entire catalogue of emotional states: happiness, pleasure, gratitude, excitement, thankfulness, etc. While what she was feeling had layers of all of those, it wasn't any of them. It felt like all of those and several more unknown ones.

Out of nowhere, an idea flashed into her mind about what it could be that she was feeling. The second it did so, Heather felt cold, raw fear flood her veins.

The newness and strength of her denouncement of what she felt she was feeling made her panic, searching for anything to distract her from this forming notion. If she stopped thinking about, she would soon forget about. Nothing to it.

That was when she felt the spire of Cody Anderson driving into her exposed back as he tried to pull her closer to himself. For as annoying as she often felt his morning wood was, Heather was now thankful for it. It was an anchor; something to ground her in the real world and bring her back from the previously uncharted emotional waters that daunted her.

Cody had done well, he helped her when she needed him, and he deserved a fitting reward.

The logic was rational and cold…yet oddly caring, as was Heather's usual logic when it came to Cody these days. It didn't allow the unnamed feeling to invade its firmly established borders.

As difficult as it was, Heather managed to wiggle her way out of Cody's looser, but firm, embrace. Knowing that Cody was a heavy sleeper, she grabbed his legs and pulled him until his lower half was hanging off of the end of the bed. Despite the drastic changes in his positioning, Cody hadn't starred in the least.

Smirking at seeing this, Heather got off the bed and got on her knees in front of him. Reaching up, and with Cody still not knowing a thing, the former Queen Bee's feminine hands grabbed the closest part of Cody's boxers and started to pull them towards her. They rolled down past his knees, past his ankles, then his feet, and finally all the way off.

Looking up, Heather saw Cody's penis, fully erect and capped in a thick, amethyst tip. Not having to deal with Cody's worrying over his shaft not being impressive enough, and thus requiring the usual cliché lines of 'oh its the biggest I've ever seen' or 'wow, big boy, I bet that's eleven inches' and the like, the Asian girl took this rare opportunity to honestly evaluate it for herself. In her time, she had seen her fair share of dicks, and in all honesty, Cody's was…okay. To be fair though, given his body type and size, Cody was actually quite large. So the two balanced out to above average in her book. And, being even more honest, while Heather knew Cody wasn't the biggest she'd had, he was in the running for a third place tie. She was honestly looking forward to the next few years, knowing that Cody still had time and room left to grow, and if he grew as she hoped he did, then Cody would prove to be a far better investment than she initially gave him credit for.

But as pleasing as that idea was, Heather returned her attention to the task at hand. She remembered hearing somewhere that what she was about to do was called 'morning-glory'. Unable to help herself, Heather smirked as she mentally noted that the sun wasn't the only thing that rose for the East.

Ignoring the bad mental pun, Heather closed her eyes, puckered her lips, and kissed the tip.

She gave the mauve crown a few light pecks, gently constricting and loosing her lips' hold. Against her lips she could feel the tiniest of movements, the crown growing just a little more. After briefly tasting him on her lips, Heather slowly parted them. The hardened cock-head pushed itself into the growing space between her lips. As the meaty and pulsating shaft slowly slid past her teeth and into the moist cavern of her mouth, Heather had her tongue sensuous stroke it, determined to stroke every inch of it. She got to work slowly, but not too slowly. Thanks to years of experience and plenty of practice, Heather knew that going too slow usually had the opposite effect of what she wanted, making the guy in question cum too soon. She soon reached the base of Cody's shloung.

Heather found her nose being buried in the tangle of chestnut brown pubic hairs of her geek. The sweaty and musky smell of his crotch flooded her nostrils, nearly clogging them as she felt his testicles rubbing up against her smooth, alabaster chin. Whether by the pubic hairs at her nose or the balls at her chin, Heather found her entire face being caressed by Cody, even as his cock was within her warm, skilled mouth.

In terms of the amount of effort that Heather was putting into this on a scale of one to ten, she was operating at about a three. This wasn't because she was selling Cody short; on the contrary, it was because she wanted Cody to get more pleasure out of it that she was holding back. Heather might not have been a very generous person in the typical sense, but when someone did something for her that she could recognize as important, she believed in fitting rewards. She wanted Cody to last as long as he could before firing off his load, to ride the pleasurable thrill of skilled and surprise oral sex for as long as he could. Early on, she had learned that Cody had very low sexual stamina, and that was painfully obvious when she tried to give him his first blowjob. It wasn't even twenty seconds before he came completely in her mouth. He was improving, but he still had more ground left to cover than he had so far.

Still asleep, Cody started to release some small, light moans of pleasure. Hearing that made Heather smile, which looked kind of off with a decent sized dick in her mouth, resulting in only the edges of the lips truly being able to curl into a noticeable smile. While she didn't mind blowjobs, they weren't on her short list of favorite things to do with Cody, or anyone for that matter. After all, Heather herself got little to no direct pleasure from the action. However, blowjobs did have at least one thing about them that Heather did enjoy. There was no better choice of sexual acts that showed just how much power she had over the geek. With only her mouth, she had Cody, or any partner for that matter, completely at her mercy. She could give him the worst case of blue-balls imaginable if she wanted to, or she could suck him dry, to the point he couldn't cum for days afterwards. Hearing the moans of pleasure from Cody made her get a little moist between the legs, resulting in her putting more into the act. She started adding just a hint of passion into her lips, an extra swish with her tongue, and most noticeably, a step up in how much of him she was taking in.

Currently, his entire length was resting within Heather's mouth. Normally this would have been a problem, if not for the fact that she had learned long ago how to suppress her gag reflex. She was still a touch out of practice, but not that out of practice. Her tongue began to slide along the shaft a little more eagerly. The rosy, bump-covered muscle of her mouth was dragged along the hot skin, slick from the built up lake of her saliva that was allowing her to effortlessly glide along its length.

She did this for about a minute before changing up her technique and pattern. In addition to sucking on and licking the shaft like a lollipop, Heather started to swirl and circle her tongue around the head of his cock. She continued this for about another minute or so.

To further entice Cody in waking up, Heather used her right hand to massage his shaven family jewels. As her four fingers and thumb tickled, caressed and pinched the twin succulent sacs lovingly, pleasingly, Heather's left hand took a firm grip at the base of his shaft and began a jerking motion. By this point, the Tech Geek had started to pre-ejaculate, filling her mouth with pre-cum.

As the whimpering moans from Cody began to get louder and longer, his eyes slowly started fluttering open. He hadn't known what was causing this wonderful feeling but he had been content to simply bask in its rippling waves of warm and wet primal pleasure. But feeling what he swore were gentle, soft, and slightly pointed piano hammers massaging his gonads spurred him from a limbo state between the sleeping world and the waking world.

With the world starting to develop color and variety, where there had once only been vast, featureless black, a sight sweeter than most he could think of greeted him.

On her knees directly in front of him was Heather, a girl who basically defined hotness, and she was lovingly worshipping his penis with her mouth and tongue, a collection of non-verbal but still very much oral prayers that aroused in him a sense of earthly, heavenly beatification.

Looking down, Cody saw Heather was looking right back up at him, playfully squinting at him, practically teasing him. The image was hotter and more arousing than Cody could explain using words or any other means of commutation. His shaft hardened a little more at her challenge.

Now knowing that Cody was awake, Heather decided that it was time to start the final push. While still sucking off and licking Cody's cock, she added a new front of pleasure for him aside from her right hand handling his balls and left jerking him off. She started to bob her head up and down, causing the thick cap of his penis to be driven against the warm back of her throat.

Knowing how much Heather loved it when he made it clear that she was pleasuring him, Cody held nothing back as every spike in pleasure, every bob of Heather's head or every new swirl of her tongue or every new grope of her hands elicited a high sensuous moan that seemed to echo forever in the vast, empty household.

For her part, Cody's moans added more fuel to Heather's fire, causing her to up the effort even further. She added more effort to all of her current activities as she looked up at Cody again directly in his eyes. Heather knew that, while he'd never admit it, Cody got turned on when she was submissive, just as she was turned on when she was being dominant. Because of that, Heather added one final touch. She made her grey eyes twinkle in a manner of reverence and worship as she fluttered her long eyelashes several times, silently pleading to be allowed to suck him off.

Cody uttered a low growl from overhead as he grinned down at her. She felt some of the muscles within the penis tighten; the flow of pre-cum became a bit thicker, fuller, saltier.

They both knew that his climax was approaching.

Seeing as this was a reward, Heather wanted to make this one special for him. She dragged her tongue along the length of his shaft up to the very tip, resting it over the opening and pinning the muscle down, pushing it firmly into the leathery surface of his penis cap.

Before Cody realized what was happening, he started to blast multiple loads of white, hot sticky fluid into the wonderful mouth of his girlfriend. Playing it up for Cody's pleasure, Heather started to emit a long, drawn-out moan of satisfaction as the salty gobs of genetic material were sprayed along her tongue. The subtle vibrations of the moans added another source of pleasure that by itself elicited at least one firing of cum out of his cock.

According to Heather's rough mental estimate, Cody had lasted just over three minutes before cumming. A new personal record. She made a mental note to congratulate him later.

For about another thirty seconds, Heather kept Cody's cock in her mouth, sucking up any lingering trances of cum and milking just a little bit more pleasure out of the Tech Geek. What spurred her to want to keep doing this was the way Cody looked down at her. His teal eyes were alight by some uncanny glow, some sincere sparkling, as he smiled. While silent, this look just as much proved of Heather's power over Cody as his moans had.

Finally, she removed Cody's cock from her mouth with a wet pop. Cody softly moaned at the feeling of his penis being harshly assaulted by the cold air, no longer having the wet and warm protection of Heather's mouth and tongue.

It took Cody a solid minute (likely longer) before he regained the ability to speak once more. And even once he did, all that came out was in almost incoherent sputtering mess, which Heather could guess was an attempt to ask Heather why she had just done that.

"Because I wanted to." Heather said, quickly, strongly, and curtly. "You did good yesterday, Cody. And I wanted to reward you…and build up your stamina. Resisting for three minutes before cumming from a blowjob is an improvement, but you need to work on lasting longer. In fact, let's get started on that right now, shall we?" Heather asked smirking, as she stood up and removed the jersey she had been wearing, tossing it to the other side of the room with a flourish. "Get up off of the bed and take a few steps away from it. And take off that t-shirt."

Cody obeyed instantly. In a few moments he was just as naked as Heather and about five or six paces away from his bed. As Cody noticed her boobs and ass swaying as she did so, Heather moved until she was directly behind Cody, her breath crashing into his neck and her breasts pushed into his back with the nipples erect and pointed.

Now standing behind Cody, Heather reached out with her hands. A yelp escaped him as he felt Heather's finely manicured fingernails lightly scrape against his already re-hardening cock-head. She started to fondle with the Tech Geek's shaft and junk. Keeping her hands there, she backed up and guided her and Cody back towards the bed. Once at the edge, she sat down on it and coaxed Cody into sitting on her lap. He obeyed instantly.

Heather might have allowed Cody to take control every now and then, but she wanted there to be no doubt in his mind that she was the one in-charge. And hardening him up while sitting on her lap seemed to be an effective way of demonstrating that fact. Heather started to stroke Cody off much harder than he ever would have done to himself, and even with the brief winces of pain caused by her fingernails scraping a little too sharply, Cody couldn't complain that much. His dick was getting back to full mast in record time.

While continuing to stroke Cody off, Heather started to lick and suckle the side of his neck. As excepted this caused Cody's cock to harden faster and him to moan gratefully. The former Queen Bee felt the tiny spasms of submission surging in Cody's body through her toned legs and increasingly moist pussy. She was in complete control now.

Smiling at that fact, she whispered in the Tech Geek's ear, "You've had your morning pick me up, now it's my turn. When I stop stroking your cock, you're going to get off of my lap and lay back on your bed, cock up. Then I'm going to mount you and ride you, hard. And I'll keep riding you until I cum. I don't care if you're about to pass out from exhaustion, you will not stop until you feel my pussy spray all over your junk. Understood?" She whispered, huskily yet firmly.

Cody, unable to speak, nodded his head as best he could.

After about thirty more seconds of Heather's efforts, Cody was at full-mast once again. The moment that Heather's fingers left his cock, Cody bolted onto his bed eagerly.

As Heather approached the laying teen and prepared herself for what was to come (in more ways than one), she thought to herself about how badly she wanted this, needed this.

She wanted to clear her head and push out everything that had happened since yesterday into the furthest, most unreachable recesses of her mind. Her parents fighting; her breaking down; her being weak; Cody comforting her, the alien emotion struggling to overpower her.

She didn't want to think about any of that, about how it made her, how it made her feel weak.

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All right! So, that was the latest chapter of this story. As always, I hope you all enjoyed it.

As you hopefully noticed, there have been HUGE developments since the third chapter in Cody and Heather's relationship. But that's not shocking after six months. To be honest, this almost feels like Kenju and me cheating, showing huge developments in the relationship by skipping forward in time. However, like I said before, this is the best way for us to get to the real meat of this story at a reasonable pace. And have no fears, the steps being made in between these early chapters will not be ignored. In fact, some parts of future chapters will focus mostly on these early days, in the forms of recollections and flashbacks to support and add context to the stuff that will be happening in the time that most of the story takes place in. For example, you might have noticed little things that weren't really explained, like "the familiar look" in Cody's eyes and the "vaguely familiar emotion" that Heather was starting to feel. Don't worry, these things will be explained eventually within the story.

There's just one last thing to say here. The next chapter of this story is one that I've been VERY eager to see how people respond to it. I can't spoil why but let's just say that it reveals something that will have MASSIVE effects on this story and where it goes. Aside from the author's notes and another lemon ending, the entire fifth chapter is done! However, with my classes starting a day or two after this chapter will be uploaded, it will likely be some time before the next chapter comes. Trust me, it will be SO worth it!

Until the next chapter, please: read, review, alert, favor, and spread the word! :)