OH GOD IT GOT WORSE. I AM SO SORRY.
Just kidding, I'm really not. Lucy is dirtier now. Just be glad she isn't coming after you.
WELL be good kids. Like I said earlier, hold onto your butts. Or else they're going to get grabbed.
Two bonus questions! Who are Terra and Celes named after? What movie did they watch?


Friday arrived, and with it came a working man's greatest relief- Friday afternoons. The day had been covered by steel-colored clouds, offering little to no light to seep through his windows. Once or twice the rain had come in small showers, though by the end of today, it poured and nearly threatened to flood the embassy when someone left the entrance door open. Ambassador Palaeno seemed to be less cheerful than usual, which was to be expected. The man seemed to live off sunshine and rainbows, after all.

When he had finally left work, tired from a week's load upon his shoulders, Lucy was with him. She had stayed an hour past her shift, as she was reluctant to go home in the dreadful weather. After they shared a long goodbye kiss, Manny stopped her when she opened her umbrella and proceeded walking away from the parking lot.

"Wait, wait," Manny called after her. "Where's your car? Didn't you drive here?"

"No, sir," Lucy replied, twisting so that her pleated skirt twirled. "I took the bus today, and now I'm walking back to the stop."

"I don't think so," He took her by the collar of her coat, and tugged it towards the opposite direction. "No sane person would let a lady walk in this weather."

"But I like getting caught in the rain," Lucy protested, though she voluntarily walked with Manny to his car. "You can let this lady walk in some crappy weather, can't you? Besides, you can't drive me home because you don't know where I live."

"Then you can come to my house instead," He suggested, opening the driver's side to his car. "Even if it's just for a while."

The content look on Lucy's face implied that she approved of the idea. She settled herself into the leather seats, shaking the umbrella off before she entered. It was obvious that she was trying hard to keep awake; her eyelids kept closing slowly and then fluttering open. Of course, her job wasn't half as stressful or tedious as his was, but he didn't mind.

When Manny pulled up to his home, he slid his hand behind Lucy's neck, rousing her awake. She, of course, responded, "Whoa, shit! I wasn't sleeping, I promise." Upon exiting the car, she stared up at the house with sleepy, squinting eyes, as if analyzing it. Manny nearly had to drag her in with him to keep her from becoming drenched.

Inside, Lucy had somehow woken up in an instant. Her praising comments seemed to flow from her mouth like the rainwater pouring from his gutter. His house wasn't impressive in his eyes, but impressive to anyone who hadn't seen the unique architecture of Babahl. The ceiling was vaulted, the walls cream-colored, and ornate rugs scattered anywhere and everywhere possible. Rooms were connected by arches, and his shelves were arranged to be symmetrical and centered perfectly.

Lucy's favorite feature, though, was not part of the structure. "Oh! Oh my god, oh my god," She cooed, rushing over to a wooden hutch placed around the door leading from the kitchen to the back yard. "Bunnies! You have bunnies!"

Her face was pressed so hard to the cross-hatched wire on the front side of the hutch that it nearly left red lines across her skin. Indeed, inside the little hutch in the kitchen, settled two rabbits- one gray, the other tri-colored.

"Yes, I like rabbits," Manny walked over to the hutch, pulling both out and handing the gray one to her. "They're easy to care for and it's nice to have some company. I have a weekly maid who cleans out their hutch, though. The one you're holding is Terra and this one is Celes."

"Pretty names," Lucy pressed the squirming rabbit to her bosom. "I've always wanted rabbits. But I don't have the room for them. Hello, Terra. Teh-wa. You've got some soft ears." She looked up at Manny with hopeful eyes. "Do you want to eat soon? We can go out if you want."

Apparently, she was fully awake and ready to go out in the pouring rain, again. He wasn't so eager to drive anywhere, much less in this weather. "No, I'd rather stay here," Manny asserted, lowering Celes back into the hutch. "And I'm not hungry at the moment. But if you want something, help yourself."

Terra was immediately handed to him, and Lucy dashed off into the kitchen. He heard the pattering of bare feet go from the pantry to the refrigerator multiple times until she eventually stopped at the refrigerator. Upon finding her prize, she left it to heat in the microwave and then returned. Lucy had chosen a little plastic container of half-eaten salmon on top of rice and broccoli.

"Are you eating my leftovers?" Manny asked her, staring at the steam rising from the plastic dish.

"Yeah, is that okay? Do you want some?"

"...I'm alright. Help yourself." There was absolutely no explanation to her behavior.

Once she had finished and placed the used dishes in the sink, Manny invited her to sit with him on the sofa. She obeyed, settling into the cushions. They watched a movie that was playing on cable television, some confusing action movie about dreams and blurred reality that Manny could not have cared less about. Lucy was enthralled, though, pointing out several handsome actors from time to time.

When the movie was over, Manny couldn't help but notice that she was eyeing him, staring him up and down, and it made him uneasy. The sly little grin on her face indicated she was plotting something.

"Stop that." Manny caught on to this look immediately. "I don't like it when you make faces like that. It scares the hell out of me. And I know what you're thinking, too."

"Oh dear, what am I thinking? It's not like I'm uncontrollable horny or anything. Oh wait, I am! You must have slipped some aphrodisiacs into the rice. How dare you take advantage of me, Manny!" Lucy held the back of her hand dramatically to her forehead, stretching her legs onto his lap.

Manny gently pushed the legs off of him- as nice as they were, he wasn't sure what to do with them. "Isn't it a little too early for being, uh, uncontrollably horny? I'm not exactly prepared."

"Not prepared? How so?" Lucy stood up and began to unclasp her earrings. It looked like she was insistent on having her way.

"I don't have any protection on me," Manny almost choked on these words as her black tights came off, and were folded neatly and placed over the sofa's armrest. "...Do you?"

"Yes, I do," She replied proudly, circling the arched hallway entrance. It was almost amusing how she was forcing her voice to be as deep and lustful as possible. "I take one every day to keep my skin healthy and all that jazz. I don't bite, promise. Are you just going to sit there?"

He wasn't. Manny stood up, shuffling out of his coat and placing it neatly by where the leggings were folded. Lucy didn't have a clue where his bedroom was located, as she emerged from both a guest room and a linen closet, until she had Manny to follow. They finally made it into his bedroom, a rather sizable room at that, lined with light-wooden furniture and a tall bookcase in the corner.

"Holy shit!" Lucy had squealed after letting her bra drop to the floor, clasping her hands over her mouth.

"What?" Manny was in the middle of unfastening his trousers.

"You're so pretty! Holy shit!" Her arms immediately were around his waist, and she buried her face into his abdominals.

She was obviously a fan of toned muscles- though Manny didn't have much else to offer in that category. Mostly genetics and metabolism had kept him in shape, and it was to his advantage, apparently. The hype over his stomach began to settle after a few moments, and Lucy's obsession ceased.

A hand pulled down his half-undone trousers, dropping them onto the floor. And then there was no more time to think.