Happy holidays everyone! I did a winter special for the main story, figured I'd do one for this too. I didn't plan on it being this long but as always I got carried away, but I did use it to set up what's coming next in terms of Lane's relationships, and a bit of her plan regarding Hiram. But mostly just Lane being around people that love her because she needs some loving. Anyways, hope you guys enjoy.
The title of this one is God Is A Woman by Ariana Grande. Alice Kristiansen's cover is kind of slow and sultry, I also have a scene at the end where she sings it and in that scene it's kind of seductive as well. I haven't recommended it before, but when you get to her singing I kind of recommend listening to it.
VII. I can be all the things you told me not to be. When you try to come for me I keep on flourishing
Getting over the shock of feeling like the world was ending Lane retreated to her room with the excuse she wanted to change. Which she did, she tore the sweater and dress off and planned to burn it just for the catharsis, but she also needed a plan. This wasn't Hiram's attempt to get rid of her, not like what he'd done before; this had been intentionally to get her off the board. Whatever he was doing she was a threat to it, as she'd always been, and right now he thought she was at the Sisters or at least thought she was indisposed. So she needed to figure out whether she should be in hiding - again.
"Hey," Fangs said standing in the doorway looking at where she stood with her arms crossed staring intensely at the floor. "You alright?"
Lane glanced at him shaking her head. "I was trying to figure out what comes next," she answered, and he nodded because they all figured that. "He doesn't want me here so the obvious answer is to leave, which I now can't," because if they really were under quarantine then every way in and out of town would be blocked, "but at the same time can I really leave knowing he's potentially hurting everyone?" He had to be behind what was going on with the seizures and this damn game, why hadn't she considered that before.
He handed her a shirt and she took it pulling it on, and then the pajama pants he got for her. "You don't have to figure that out tonight," he told her hearing her sigh as she began pacing. She had a hand pressed to her mouth like she did when she was lost in thought, but he could see the subtle way she trembled and he wondered if she was really okay. "Even if he wants to send someone after you again the town's under quarantine, there's no one here for him to send besides himself. And I've only known about him for a day but I don't think he's that kind of guy."
He had somewhat of a point, Lane would never believe Hiram didn't have someone in this town doing his dirty work but that meant all his players were here. Everything he was doing, his plan, evidence, was here. "If Angie got the guardianship papers that means she found my phone, right?" she asked turning to Fangs with such determination shining in her eyes he could only nod. "So I've got evidence he was involved in the illegal fight club, Betty has evidence of what he was doing at Sisters with the drugs, I've got the forms he forged and I might be able to get proof he had me admitted against my will under false pretenses."
For anyone else that'd be enough but Hiram Lodge was more a snake than the Serpents and they'd need a lot more to take him down. "Where's Archie?"
"He split town, Jughead's with him."
That was her next question because Jughead had been stacking evidence against Lodge, she'd need to talk to Veronica see if she found anything against her father regarding Archie's trial and if she still had proof the Wyrm had been a cook site. She knew Hiram would've cleaned the place but if one thing had been missed, coupled with Hiram owning it - all of that together, might be enough to stick. And right now this town was on lockdown, which meant she could get everything she needed as well as figure what he was up to now, and maybe just maybe they could finally take him –
"Lane."
That sweet voice broke through her troubled thoughts and she turned to where Angie stood beside Fangs, her brows drawn together concerned. "I have a plan," Lane told her, because she worked well with plans and right now it was only thing keeping her together.
Angie nodded having seen that in the way she paced: in circles was casual but a straight line meant she wasn't happy. "I know you do," she said stepping to where Lane had stopped, and Angie reached for her wrapping her arms around her waist. "But you know you can't do anything right now," she said seeing Lane's stubborn refusal. "Everyone's panicked, whatever officials they have around town are gonna be on high alert and they might detain anyone out right now."
Which was a surefire way of Hiram finding out she was here, so Lane sighed and nodded. "It can't hurt to have a plan," she mumbled.
Angie knew that to mean Lane was close to giving in and letting go, all she needed was a distraction. "Well my parents are outside of the quarantine so I really need my girlfriend," she said, even though a part of her was really glad they were outside of this.
"You don't need me to take care of you," Lane said looking up at her through her lashes. Angie was pretty good about taking care of herself, it's part of why Lane liked her so much.
With a soft smile Angie raised a hand to Lane's cheek. "Yeah, I fully plan on taking care of you for a while. But," she stepped closer, her hand moving to cup the back of her head seeing the way Lane's mouth twitched in anticipation, "I'm really glad I got you back."
As though she couldn't bare it Lane leaned forward kissing her, and just like that her frantic need to do something melted away and she sighed against Angie feeling like she was finally home. They pulled back catching their breath and Angie bit her lip to try to contain her smile, which didn't work. "I'm gonna get dressed for bed. I'll make hot chocolate and we can watch TV until your mind's quiet enough to sleep, okay."
She waited for Lane's nod before she kissed her again and left to head next door. But she paused when she left the room to see Sweet Pea leaning against the wall with the saddest look on his face, and she found she couldn't hold his eye so she looked down. "I'll walk you over," he told her, not wanting her outside alone.
Lane sat on the bed feeling colder without her there, but Fangs stood against the doorway with a surprised look on his face. It was almost impossible to stop Lane when she was on a tangent, especially when she was upset, but Angie had done it with ease. "Girlfriend?" he posed moving to sit beside her. "When did that happen?"
"The day before Minetta took me," Lane answered with a shrug. There had been so much uncertainty: she and Angie had only just started officially dating, Angie had no obligation to her. And Lane didn't have any family, she'd just quit the Serpents. "I didn't think you guys were gonna come," she said softly, having really thought she was on her own. And somehow, out of everything the Sisters had done to her, that's what hurt the most.
A crease etched between his brows as he looked at the side of her face wondering how she could ever think that, how they could've let her think it. "We all talked about that night, no one agreed with it not even Jughead. You're still a Serpent," he assured her, and she gave a small nod still looking at the carpet. So he knelt in front of her so she had to look at him, to see he meant every word. "But Serpent or not," he said staring hard at her vulnerable eyes, "baby girl, we're always gonna come for you."
They'd been ready to take this to the rest of the Serpents and they would've stormed the Sisters of Quiet Mercy, none of them would've left without her. She was theirs, through and through. And he saw her accept that in the way her eyes filled too full and she raised her face to the ceiling blinking it away. So he sat beside her again and talked about something that'd be easier on her. "That girl's been head over heels since she laid eyes on you," he said seeing the corners of her mouth curl just slightly. "Seriously, it's like she had to remind herself you weren't just made for her." Saying that out loud he blinked at Lane realizing that's how she looked at Angie now. "So, how'd she ask?"
Lane reached a hand to brush her hair back out of habit and she sighed at the feel of her rough scalp. "Um, I let it slip I thought we were dating and," she shrugged because the end was history.
Fangs shook his head, a grin playing at his mouth. "So you made it official, by accident?" he clarified and laughed at the way Lane rolled her eyes at herself. "Only you, Lane."
"Well as Toni says, I am a useless bi," Lane said hearing him laugh harder. She really was the worst at relationships, she was so awkward and bad she felt her chest quiver with a laugh she wasn't quite ready for. "You know, when Angie first held my hand I shook it and said thank you." A smile tugged at her mouth and pulled at the corners of her eyes so that she squinting. "And uh," she wiped her runny nose, "the first time she kissed me on the cheek she pulled back and made this little, 'mer' sound," she chuckled remembering the look of pure horror on Angie's face when she realized she'd just done that. Beside her Fangs had a hand on his aching stomach as he kept laughing. And Lane sat with the biggest smile feeling so warm from this girl. "Two dorks in love," she said softly, soft enough he didn't hear it.
They heard the other two come back and with an arm around her shoulder Fangs and Lane went to the kitchen and paused at the way Sweet Pea and Angie talked quietly amongst each other as he got her everything she needed for the hot chocolate. Lane turned to Fangs and whispered, "when did that happen?" Because for the last couple weeks Sweet Pea was talking to her again and for the most part being pleasant, but he hadn't said more than a couple words to Angie.
Fangs shrugged putting his mouth by her ear. "They've been working nonstop together since you disappeared."
Sweet Pea looked over his shoulder at Lane, still remembering the way she'd looked at him when she came through that door – desperate and full of need. But her eyes were on Angie, the softest look he thought he'd ever seen brightening Lane's features. He didn't want to, he really tried not to, but he had to wonder when the last time she'd looked at him like that was – if he'd ever done anything to deserve that look. Turning back to the bag of marshmallows he was opening, he didn't like the answer.
The couch was still pulled out and half made from Sweet Pea sleeping on it the last few nights, and they all thought Lane would complain but she crawled into the spot she wanted with her mug and waited for Angie to sit next to her. Sweet Pea and Fangs shared a look, because that really wasn't like Lane, and to be honest there was something a little off about her. Damaged. But they didn't say a word as Fangs sat in the middle with Lane on one side and Sweet Pea on the other.
Sweet Pea handed Fangs the remote, because it wasn't his house anymore, and he settled on a kids movie because it felt light enough to ease some of Lane's shadows. They finished their hot chocolate and set their mugs on the coffee table, which again wasn't like Lane because she was anal and got up every time to put whatever it was in the dishwasher. But she didn't, and after awhile Fangs turned to see Angie lying back holding Lane against her, Lane's head fitted in the crook of her neck, and both were fast asleep.
.^.
The next morning Sweet Pea and Fangs sat at the table while Angie made pancakes and Lane made the eggs and coffee. When they got it all done the four sat eating, Lane enjoyed her coffee and the art of getting to chew her food again. But she was quick to get down to business. "Until we know what's going on no one goes anywhere alone and someone needs to always have a phone," she told them, and then turned to Fangs before he could remark, "and yes, that includes me."
Hiram had to be behind the quarantine, he was too involved in the reason for it to not have planned this part too. And there was no telling who was actually quarantining the town and what they were after, they didn't need anyone else going missing.
"So we need to get you two phones," Fangs said pointing to the two girls sitting beside each other across the table from him and Sweet Pea. Lane looked at him questioningly, a severity in her eyes that let him know she wanted an answer. "After the thing with the Vixens her dad has hers."
Lane turned to Angie to see her shaking her head at Fangs. "What thing with the Vixens?" she asked her.
Angie sighed having wanted to put this off, because they needed to be taking care of Lane. Sweet Pea had dropped something and Lane had all but hit the floor curling in on herself, she wasn't okay. "We all had seizures, but we're fine," she said waving a hand to brush it off.
But Lane grabbed her hand holding as she asked, "what?" Or rather demanded as concern filled every corner of her mind as she brushed Angie's hair back looking at her closely for any sign she wasn't okay.
"I'm okay, hun," Angie assured her, pressing a soft kiss to Lane's knuckles. "But me and Lane will go downtown to get her a new phone, and you guys can go by camp and make sure everyone's doing okay," she said giving everyone something to do in a direct manner that suited Lane well.
Fangs shrugged because it sounded good to him, but Sweet Pea only nodded solemnly as he watched the way Lane looked at Angie. The level of care she felt for her, how quickly she'd lost her train of thought because of it.
Fangs went with Angie next door while she got ready and showered, Sweet Pea sat on the couch listening to Lane's shower running. When it was going on twenty minutes he let himself into the bathroom and hesitated, listening. He half expected to hear her crying because this was her usual place, and when he didn't he slowly drew back the curtain to see her standing under the spray with her eyes closed. "You okay?" He saw her tense as she opened her eyes.
She'd spent so long not moving every reaction felt like an overreaction, and she didn't know what this morning was but she didn't want it happening again. "I don't know," she answered honestly, the only way she was with him. "Part of me feels like I'm still there, like this is all just a dream and I'm gonna wake up strapped to the bed." She took a deep breath enjoying the feel of the warm water, of the smell of her soap that soothed her, and she let it go trying to find something to ground her. "I don't know, maybe it's the shock therapy."
Turning the faucet off she stepped out taking the towel he held out for her and dried herself off. She didn't see the way his dark eyes glowered as he followed her to her room as she got dressed. "They did that to you?" he asked not knowing how he ever convinced himself she was okay enough to wait, to have not gotten her the moment he found out where she was.
But Lane shrugged pulling on a blouse that she tucked into her jeans. "I liked it better than the tube feedings, or the chapel they used to make everyone hallucinate the Gargoyle King, or even the conversion therapy because of course Hiram told them I was dating a girl." She grabbed a hair tie and raised her hands to gather her hair into a ponytail, and she sighed as her palms grazed what was left of her hair.
Sweet Pea stepped forward gently pulling her arms down. "You're beautiful," he told her firmly.
That wasn't really her problem, it served as a reminder that Hiram had gotten her; that he actually almost won. And she sat on the edge of the bed looking up at Sweet Pea, who'd been very quiet that morning. "I'm the mother of your dead kid, you have to say that."
"Yeah," he agreed sitting beside her, because he'd tell her that no matter what, "but I mean it." He met her disbelieving eye and continued, "you look badass. If you came to the Wyrm looking like this that first night I never would've questioned whether you were capable of killing someone."
Giving him a look she raised a hand and pushed his face away feeling him smile before she sat back, missing this. Missing him, because romance aside he'd been her closest friend. "I know how hard this is for you," she said remembering how big a blow seeing him with Josie had been that first time, "and I really appreciate you trying."
He turned looking at her, at her round cheeks and her pale eyes, and wondered like he'd been wondering why he ever left her. He saw the way she'd looked at him yesterday, saw something similar to what he felt for her, and he fell back into her like an old habit he'd never really quit. "I love you," he told her, letting go of the words he'd been choking back for months. Out of reflex his hand wrapped around the top of her thigh, his eyes on the carpet knowing if he saw the way she was looking at him he wouldn't be able to speak. "And I know this is what you need right now, so I'm gonna be here as long as it takes." There it was, his heart laid out for her, and she didn't say a word.
At her continued silence he glanced at her to see the heavy rise and fall of her chest as she stared down at where his hand was on her leg. "We can talk about this later," she said in a strained voice as she picked his hand up and dropped it in his own lap as she stood.
"Lane,"
"No," she said turning in the doorway with an accusatory finger aimed at him like a weapon. "Part of me realizes that was a really big moment for you, admitting your feelings. But the part of me you broke, that my girlfriend," she said that last part with her teeth bared furiously, "has spent the last five months trying to fix, is really goddamn angry."
"I know," he said quieting her with that admittance. It did little to lessen the way she glared at him but he expected that. "You can say you wanna be friends all you want but I know what I did to you by leaving, I know you haven't forgiven me and I know I definitely haven't earned it. So I'm here, I'm gonna be here, as long as it takes." He wasn't leaving her again, ever.
There were a lot of thoughts knocking around inside her head, only one was happy to hear that because it was the part of her that was always going to love him. The rest was different versions and levels of pissed, the loudest one was honestly considering stabbing him with his own knife for thinking she was obligated to take him back. The more reasonable thoughts, that were closer tied to Angie, tried to see his point of view and appreciate how hard that must've been given that she was seeing someone else – but then her mind cleared and she was angry again.
With her lips pressed tight together she nodded like she was considering it. But she said in a very clipped, "awesome," before she turned on her heel leaving him shaking his head and grinning, finding it wonderfully familiar how difficult she was.
…
The town with pep looked scarce and almost barren that late morning as the girls drove on the bike Fangs had finally convinced Lane to buy a couple weeks before. Her car was still where Minetta hid it because Hiram was sure to know it if he saw it driving around town. So Angie sat pressed against Lane's back with her arms around her middle as they passed by open but empty stores. Most people were tucked inside their locked homes waiting until they were told it was okay to go outside.
They entered the empty electronic store and met the owner in the back, and then listened as he went over different cellular plans since Lane's had been a week away from her renewing it. She ended up choosing the more expensive plan because it came with a second phone, that she went around and around making sure that second phone was actually free and wouldn't be included in the monthly bill.
It'd taken a while before Lane was finally satisfied and she turned to Angie who was grinning softly. "Don't look at me like that," Lane said, her eyes on the counter. "Dropping the home phone and adding this with my TV and Internet saves me twenty dollars a month. It just so happens you don't currently have a phone, and out of the kindness of my heart," she raised a hand to her chest for emphasis, "I will let you borrow it until you get yours back."
Angie smiled meeting Lane's eye before Lane turned away, and then Angie's mouth fell back into a straight line. She'd get her phone back when the quarantine was lifted and her parents came home, and her father made it very clear that morning when she'd finally called him on her house phone that when they were allowed in they were leaving Riverdale. She traced the angles of Lane's face as she signed the forms and picked out two new numbers; she knew Lane had abandonment issues, she knew what this was gonna do to her.
But it was Lane first day back and the bell above the door that rung when it opened had actually startled her enough she'd jumped, so she'd tell Lane later when she was feeling more like herself. Because today, today she just wanted Lane to smile.
They left the store programming the numbers they'd written down before they left the house, they then texted everyone they'd deemed important that this was their new number. It was a small few for both of them, Lane because she didn't want more than Fangs, Sweet Pea, Cheryl and Toni knowing she was out, and Angie included her parents to that list so her mom could check in on her easier.
"My mom says thank you," Angie told her as they stood by Lane's bike. "She also said my dad nodded approvingly." That was a very good sign, Angie thought, wondering if maybe there was a chance of convincing him to let her finish her senior here like they'd originally planned.
Lane told her it was fine, of course she was gonna take care of her girl. Especially since her girl was a lot better at taking care of her, and especially since her girl was the type that knew she'd be riding a motorcycle and still wore a skirt. "Do we wanna get anything to eat before we head home?" Lane asked not wanting to be out more than they had to be.
But the corners of Angie's mouth pulled in a way Lane knew meant she had a surprise. "One more stop and then we can go," Angie told her, and after Lane climbed on the bike she swung her leg over and slid down Lane's back until she was settled behind her.
Looking over her shoulder at Angie with a brow cocked Lane smirked. "You little tease," she said and Angie grinned leaning forward to kiss her cheek.
Pulling up to the shop Angie told her she wanted to stop by Lane glanced at the bike a couple spaces above her recognizing it but unable to place it. "Okay," Angie said grabbing Lane's hand before she could step toward the store to go inside, "I lied about where we going because I knew you'd figure it out if I told you." She smiled guiltily as she pulled Lane toward the boutique beside it and she saw the moment Lane pieced it together.
Lane connected the dots moments before a flash of red filled her peripheral and a pair of arms were thrown around her squeezing her tight. Closing her eyes Lane leaned into Cheryl breathing her in, understanding a little better what Cheryl had gone through at the Sisters. "If I ever see that wretched troll of a woman again it'll be at the end of my arrow," Cheryl swore as she pulled back and cupped Lane's calm face. "But honestly, Lanie, how do you rock this hair even better than the other one?" She preferred long hair but she'd thought Lane looked so lovely with her short hair and now, she was all cheekbones and those intense pale eyes set again her caramel colored skin with a fine dusting of very dark hair covering her scalp.
"I know right," Angie said holding a hand out to Lane, that Lane didn't even hesitate before taking, "you're a sexy kind of dangerous. And you look really hot on that bike."
A smile spread on Lane's mouth as she pulled the door open and let Angie inside first, behind them Toni turned to Cheryl and asked, "do you think she noticed I was here?"
Wrapping an arm around her waist Cheryl told her, "I'd say no but Lane notices everything." Cheryl held the door for her as they followed the other two inside.
Cheryl and Angie got to work looking at the different wigs while Lane looked through clothes with Toni. "Looking for something a little edgier than your normal business casual?" she teased mildly. Lane's response was to hold up a black crop top that laced in the front like a corset, and a long maroon skirt. "I did say a little," Toni replied.
Lane grabbed a couple other things, a few with Angie in mind, but Cheryl took everything and draped it over Toni's arms before pulling her to where Angie waited. They stuffed the long black wig on her head and smoothed it down around her shoulders, it was the length it'd been before she first cut it but it was jet black in a way Lane's hadn't been. Lane looked at it in the mirror not liking the weight or feel of it, she didn't like the look either because it seemed bulky. Not to mention it itched the back of her neck.
Seeing Lane was trying to keep her face somewhat pleasant Cheryl switched it out for a slightly shorter, more brown, one that was straight and looked a little more real. Lane's face didn't change. Angie stepped forward having known Lane wouldn't like them, she was thinking of what to do when she was busy or it got in the way because there was no point wasting the money if she was wearing it for a ponytail. "Close your eyes," Angie told her, hiding something behind her back.
Releasing a breath Lane did as told, something that surprised Cheryl because normally Lane was pissy about that. She kept still while Angie fit another wig over her head feeling it ended just barely below her shoulders, like it'd been before it'd been shaved. At Angie's quiet okay Lane opened her eyes and blinked at the bubblegum pink wig framing her face.
Cheryl waited for Lane to roll her eyes, because there was no way she'd ever wear that, but instead Lane snorted finding it funny. Angie slid her arms around Lane's middle resting her chin on her shoulder as they locked eyes in the mirror. "I'm pretty sure it'll look fake no matter what, might as well have fun with it. And look how well it goes with your eyes."
Lane couldn't help the smile that pulled at her mouth as she leaned back against her. Because Angie had been right, Lane was thinking there was no point if it was just going to annoy her and she honestly didn't really care. But this, she could see herself wearing this when she and Angie went out. "I've got a dress this would look good with," she said thinking of the white one.
And Angie nodded as though reading her mind already imaging her in it. "Although," she said gently pulling it off her head so that only Lane was left, "I think this one's the best."
A flood of affection filled her as she turned into Angie for a kiss, and she wrapped her arms around her deepening it.
Cheryl stood back with a hand pressed to her chest marveling at how easily Angie had wrapped Lane around her finger. Toni came up beside her kissing her cheek, knowing how happy it made Cheryl to see Lane happy.
The four spent the rest of the day together after they went back to Cheryl's house, enjoying the warmth of her hot tub as they sat cuddling in their respective pairs talking amongst each other. But they parted ways after dinner as Lane and Angie headed home, and they pulled into the driveway not seeing either Fangs or Sweet Pea's bikes.
Hearing back from Fangs that they were gonna be close to an hour Lane tucked her phone in her pocket and turned to Angie. "What do you wanna do til they get here?" Angie asked letting her decide.
"I'd like to shower," Lane said wanting to get the chlorine off her.
Considering that Angie bit her lip and took Lane's hand pulling her toward her own house, and Lane's brows drew together wondering about the way her eyes gleamed. She found out soon enough as Angie pulled her into the bathroom and a grin split wide on Lane's face as Angie turned the shower on, and she got a hand on either side of her sweet face pulling her mouth to hers.
Tossing their clothes on the tile floor Angie took a step back into the tub as Lane stepped in with her, their mouths still moving together as warm water washed over their flushed skin. Their hands roamed shyly, their breaths growing short and their hearts fluttered pressed against each other. It ended with Lane's hands in Angie's hair washing it, pressing soft kisses to Angie's face as she stood with her head tilted back and her eyes closed in bliss.
They weren't ready for it to be over, to pull away, they weren't ready to put on clothes that would keep them from touching the softest most intimate parts of each other they'd only just discovered. Drawing a bath they laid with their backs pressed to either side of the tub as they faced each other, Angie's hand running along Lane's wide hip while Lane's trailed along Angie's side just barely brushing her chest.
"What are you thinking about?" Angie asked feeling breathless and delirious.
Lane raised her hand out of the too warm water and touched her cheek. "Kissing every freckle on your face," she answered seeing the lazy way Angie smiled. But it slipped away and she looked at Lane needy and unsure. "I don't need anything more than this," she told her.
"Yeah?" Angie asked on a soft breath thinking she'd want more. Lane had done this before, maybe not with a girl, but Angie hadn't and things were so crazy right now she didn't wanna ruin this. She didn't want Lane to realize she wasn't enough.
Seeing her vulnerable expression Lane nodded and leaned forward kissing her gently. "Yeah," she quietly agreed. She sat up a little pulling Angie against her chest so that Lane was underneath holding her.
They stayed that way til the water ran cold talking occasionally about nothing, but for the most part they laid together with their eyes closed and every now and then Lane would run the tips of her fingers down the expanse of Angie's back. But they climbed out toweling themselves off and went to Angie's room with the intention to get dressed.
"Anything you wanna do?" Angie asked looking over her shoulder to see Lane had only gotten her underwear on before she stopped to watch her. "Lane," she gasped feigning offense as she brought a hand to cover her chest.
A suggestive grin curled half Lane's mouth as she slunk over to her thinking of what she wanted. "Would you sing for me?" she asked, thinking Angie had the most beautiful voice and knowing she was entirely biased.
A soft smile twitched over her mouth thinking of a song that fit this moment, of the two of them standing in her room in only their underwear wanting more than either of them were ready for. Arriving at the answer she looked up at Lane with her eyes shining, having been practicing this on her guitar because it made her think of Lane. "You, you love it how I move you" she started getting her arms around Lane's waist pulling her closer, "you love it how I touch you. My one," Lane's arms came around her thin shoulders, "when all is said and done you'll believe god is a woman. And I,"
"What is that?" Sweet Pea asked when Fangs opened the door to Angie's house. They'd pulled in seeing Lane's bike, that he'd been stunned to know she now had, and their house had been dark so Fangs figured they were here.
Hearing the sweet sound of Angie's melodic voice Fangs shook his head, knowing how much Lane loved to hear her sing. "It's Angie," he said before he realized what song it was. And he grinned thinking that was just about perfect. "Stay here," he whispered before creeping toward the hall to Angie's room. Sweet Pea waited by the front door hating that even her voice was pretty, because she was perfect. Pretty perfect Angie.
"And I can be all the things you told me not to be, when you try to come for me I keep on flourishing," Angie crooned in Lane's ear as they swayed, her lips grazing her skin, having spun Lane so that her back was to Angie's chest. And her arms were around Lane, one hand holding her middle and the other cupping her breast. "And she sees the universe when I'm in her company, it's all in me."
Fangs tiptoed back down the hall and waved his arms shooing Sweet Pea outside and quietly pulled the door shut after him. "They're having a moment," he said pushing Sweet Pea across the lawn, annoying him by covering his eyes when he tried to turn to see in Angie's window. "Trust me, you don't wanna know," he said getting him inside. He moved quickly to the window in the living room that was across from Angie's window and first he paused seeing Angie had spun Lane back around and they were swaying with their foreheads together, something that made him want to smile, and then he pulled the blinds seeing Sweet Pea's reflection as he tried to figure out what he seeing.
"You love it how I move you, you love it how I touch you," her fingers danced over the span of Lane's back pulling her flush against her bare chest. "My one, when all is said and done you'll believe god is a woman. And I, I feel it after midnight a feeling that you can't fight," her voice soared over the words. Lane's arms were around her shoulders, her hooded eyes blinking slowly looking deep into Angie's as Angie stepped forward forcing her back. "My one," she said more than sang, her voice low and breathless as her lips dragged against Lane's with every word, "it lingers when we're done. And you'll believe god is a woman." The back of Lane's knees hit the bed and they fell with Angie on top of her, their mouths open molded together, wrapped in each other's arms.
I am considering, heavily, switching my endings and having Sweet Pea's ending be the alternate one. It's easier sticking to the canon of the show with two OCs, so I'd like to have Lane and Angie be the main ending (besides that I really love them together).
Which means since Sweet Pea is the alternate ending I can kind of step away from the show a bit and just do what I what - because I have two scenes planned that are really going to show how much Sweet Pea loves Lane, and I'm not willing to budge on them because I fell in love with the ideas and I really think you guys will like them too. (and to be honest I haven't enjoyed a single scene he's been in this season, I'm afraid they're ruining him for me).
Anyways, those are my current musings. Let me know if you hate it, my mind can be changed. But that's all for my winter special, hope you guys enjoyed.
