Authoress' Notes: I'd say something here, but the plot's so vague at this point, I'd ruin the next few chapters if I did. :)
He Said, She Said
Chapter 9: Enjoying the Undeniable
Well, Ness went in and slammed Pikachu's head in a door several hundred times, but that still didn't stop him from going on and on about how shallow and hopeless he was for doing it. Waste of air, waste of space, yadda, yadda, yadda; same old, same old. Man, he hated that mouse. So, he went to go facedesk, but he did it too hard and it really hurt and left him with a migraine. Since both failed to quell his frustrated hormones, he had to do it the old-fashioned way.
...Unfortunately, he just did it the "old-fashioned way" last night, and something told him if Lucas caught on to how desperate he was to do it again, she'd disregard him for the fun of it. Well, the banana-eating incident probably tipped her off, but who knew? Still, he couldn't let her know he was still hot in the pants for her, but he sure as hell could show this pillow who was boss. It really did help, though. He'd been humping it for about 20 minutes and could already feel the frustration flowing out of him.
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...!
...Aw, crap. That wasn't frustration at all. He just jizzed all over it. Didn't mean to do that. ...This pillow had to die.
Opening the door, he tossed it out into the hall, hoping the laundry R.O.B.s would get to it before anyone else did, slamming said door as quick as he could to avoid detection. Unbeknownst to him, it just happened to smack a bypassing Pit right in the face.
"What the...?" The angel examined the pillow, blanching in horror when he knew all too-well what that weird stuff on it was.
And a bloodcurdling scream told Ness he'd indeed found it before the R.O.B.s.
He snorted. Served him right. He knew better than to go through dirty laundry in this place. Six times out of ten, little samples like that were the prime reasons why they were deemed dirty.
He was about to contemplate on what to do next when someone knocked on the door. It was Link.
"Hey, uh, Ness? We got a fight in five. Shake a leg, all right?"
Oh, good. Maybe he could get out the remaining frustration by actually officially kicking someone's ass. He followed his fellow opponent out, both completely disregarding Pit rolling around the floor and claiming his face was melting off. What a crybaby.
Link said the fight would be 10 minutes, three stock, New Pork City, but what he didn't tell him was the name of the other opponents. They would probably be chosen at random. He hated random; it always seemed to be someone he didn't feel like fighting. Oh, well. The fight had already started, so there was no time to worry about tha—He frowned. Especially when Capsules were being thrown at his head.
He glared across the stage to see the other opponents, Bowser and... He blanched. Aw, come on...
Lo and behold, Lucas was perched precariously on the highest platform, poised to throw a Smoke Ball. Wait, no. She already threw it, hitting Link as he leapt by to attack Bowser. This was exactly why he hated random choosing.
So, what was he supposed to do now? Attack, right? Well, he was almost afraid to. Lucas had barely been in any battles since she was discovered as a girl, probably due to some cheating and rearrangements by the Idiot Brigade, right? Wrong.
...Yeah, and that was their new name now, the Idiot Brigade. He officially decreed it. And it was because they brought four different types of stupidity to the table, but they did it so well. All of them combined brought forth a whole new type of idiocy of which the likes of the house had never known.
Believe it or not, he had a feeling that her lack of battles was from her being a girl. The initial shock was gone, but it was still weird to fight with her in the feminine sense. They wouldn't admit it, but Ness was willing to bet anyone who wasn't also a girl or infatuated with her was actually scared of her.
Maybe it was true, maybe it wasn't, but she sure was getting a lot of space from most of the older Smashers. The only ones who didn't seem bothered by her sex change was Mario, who wasn't scared of anything, Pikachu, who didn't care, Luigi, who was just as weird, if not more, Wario, who, apparently, didn't find harassing little girls as invigorating as harassing little boys, and the "other" fighters, like Game & Watch and R.O.B.
Ever since he'd become a she, Lucas had only fought twice, and both times were with some of the Idiot Brigade, more proof that most of the others feared her. She didn't get one scratch from them, but if anyone else so much as breathed on her, there'd be hell be pay, proven by the beating Kirby and Popo gave Snake not that long ago.
And now, here he was, along with Link and Bowser, against her. It was obvious the two had already made some silent pact to ignore Lucas as much as possible, focusing on him or each other instead. With this in mind, they knocked the snot out of each other, leaving Lucas to stand in no-man's-land and toss various objects across the stage.
A Mr. Saturn. Smart Bomb. Poké Ball. Fan. Party Ball. Anything she could grab, she threw. And anything she threw, missed. Was she doing this on purpose?
Link and Bowser kept fighting until the swordsman emerged victorious. With that done, he charged at Ness, completely ignoring the other blonde.
Oh, look. A Bonsly, out of the Poké Ball Lucas threw. May as well throw it. It hit Link. It killed him. The damage taken from Bowser helped. That was just great. Sarcasm abound.
Seeing this, Lucas hopped down and smacked him with a Beam Sword. Now, why didn't she just hit him with it? It was a sword, that's what they were made for. Women must've liked to throw things as much as guys like to break them.
He didn't know what got into him, but he directed a PK Thunder at her retreating behind, getting a sadistic pleasure in doing so. Was that normal? ...Oh, crap. She was probably gonna tear him a new one for that.
And she did, in the form of a Motion-Sensor Bomb at his feet. The hell she get that from? Oh-so-proud of herself, she ran off to get some more stuff to throw at him, thinking the MSB would keep him busy for a while. Was she serious? All he had to do was avoid it; he wasn't that dumb. Unfortunately, the ditz also wasn't looking where she was going and ran straight into a wandering Bob-omb. Insta-kill, for some reason.
The very second she came back, she actually fought him at close range like a normal fighter. This was okay for a while, until she used that stupid, cheap upwards attack that should've been illegal. Sent him freaking flying. What the hell was that, anyway?
Ness came back and— Crap, Ultimate Chimera. Run. Okay, he was safe. And now, to put the hurt on Lucas. And he did, KOing her. She returned from the beyond with a vengeance and eventually banished him to the abyss as well.
Once again, he came back, actually starting to like fighting her like this. He hadn't had this much fun in a battle in weeks. Dare he say he was... enjoying himself? Perhaps... So, what exactly could he do now—? Oh, hey. Assist Trophy. Aaaand it was...
A Nintendog. Great, just great. Yeah, freaking five stars right there. At least it was cute.
Labrador aside, Lucas appeared outta nowhere and used her Rope Snake to grab him. He expected her to beat the snot outta him, but instead she just pulled him close, almost like she was coming onto him. She had that weird, suggestively naughty look on her face again, not to mention they were much closer than two opponents were allowed in a fight. He tried to regard her vague intentions when—
TIME!
Damn it. He didn't even hear the countdown.
SUDDEN DEATH!
Oh, he had to be kidding him. They were actually tied?
And oh, how he despised Sudden Death. Everything that could go wrong always seemed to. Lucas was gonna hang him out to dry after this. He decided to turn tail until she got too close and then smack her with his trusty bat.
She chased after him nonchalantly, getting a disgusting thrill in watching him scramble away. Closing in on him, she was about to do something that would undoubtedly be sexy and awesome, until the Ultimate Chimera literally popped out of thin air and chomped her into submission. That son of a...
GAME!
Stupid-ass abomination of mankind, going after Lucas like that. What a bastard. Bowser and Link left the battlefield as great chums, the swordsman even offering to buy him a complementary drink. They'd yuk it up more over this, and everything'd be fine. ...But where was Lucas?
He didn't see her leave and knew for a fact getting your ass handed to you by the UC wasn't something anyone could easily walk away from. He at least hoped she was okay...
Ah-ha! barked his psyche. You're worried about her, aren't you?
No, he wasn't! He just... knew how girls were like... tissue paper!
So? You're still worried about her, you big softie.
No, he wasn't! He couldn't be! That was lame!
If you're not worried about her, then why're you still standing here? The battle's over; go watch TV or play video games or something. Why aren't you doing that?
Because he was curious about her well-being, not worried! There was a difference!
Before he could argue with himself further, he was jammed into the wall, Charizard holding him there. Seems the Idiot Brigade was worried about Lucas, too.
"Too"? As in, along with you? You just told on yourself.
...
"What's your problem?!" demanded Red. "You see what you did to Lucas out there?! You nearly killed her!"
"Yeah! Have some respect for the ladies!" added Kirby. "You're such a barbarian!"
"What kind of a gentleman does that to a girl?! It's a good thing she only likes us! She's too good for you, anyway!" spat Toon Link.
He had to laugh. Oh, if only they knew. Too bad his seedy grins did nothing to please his enemies.
"What's so funny?" demanded Popo. "Why's he laughing? Can't he see we're about to cream him?"
"You never take anything seriously, do you?!" growled the trainer.
"It depends. Am I supposed to?"
That didn't sit well with any of them, so Red commanded Charizard to Rock Smash him over the head. Ness never could figure out when he kept getting those damn rocks from.
"Yeah! So, you know, take that!" added Toon Link, acting as if he'd actually done something. "That'll teach you, you... you... jerk!"
Wow, that had to be the best insult ever. Ness truly felt like the scum of the universe after hearing that.
"Let's get 'em!" growled Popo, probably saying the smartest thing ever... For their standards, anyway.
They were about to advance and tear him limb from limb when someone called out, "Hey!"
The four looked up to see Lucas standing in the doorway leading into the hall, their dopey grins telling they'd all instantly become infatuated with her presence. They must've thought she looked so hot when she was mad, and— Wait, no, that's what he was thinking! What was wrong with him?!
She stomped in angrily, carrying two milkshakes. "What're you doing to Ness? What's going on here?"
Almost immediately, Red grinned as hard as he could. "Oh, hey, Lucas. Nothing's going on here. We're just teaching Ness here some much-needed manners. Y'know, basic stuff."
"Looks more like you're ready to pummel him within an inch of his life..."
Popo smiled like the idiot he was. "Hey, how'd you know that?" Kirby smashed a hammer over his head for his stupidity.
She gasped. "Huh? Why? What'd he do?"
"Don't you know? In the fight back there, he tore you apart! I bet he even threw you into the Ultimate Chimera on purpose in the end, just to show how much of a jerk he is!" answered Kirby, trying to look pitiful.
The blonde gawked even more at that ridiculous claim. "What?! Were you guys even watching the fight? It was an accident! Ness didn't push me, I fell in!"
"Oh, no, don't worry," consoled Red, putting a foot on Ness' head. "We understand wholeheartedly what happened. No need to explain. What you do need to do is take a nice, long rest. Poor thing, I bet you must be exhausted."
"Yeah," Popo gently massaged her shoulders from behind. "Why don't you go take it easy while we show Ness what happens to people who mess with our lovely little Lucas?"
She pulled away, frowning. "No! And you still haven't answered me as to why Ness is on the floor! What did you do to him?!"
Red looked towards the ceiling, twiddling his thumbs innocently. "Okay, okay, so maaaybe we kinda smacked him over the head with a large boulder or something, but don't you tell me he didn't deserve it. Probably knocked some sense into him."
Kirby did a double take. "'We'?"
"A boulder?! Now, Red," she reprimanded," that was totally uncalled for! He didn't deserve that!"
"But he did..." weakly countered Popo. "He hurt you!"
"I don't care. Everyone, just get away from him. Leave him alone, back up, move it, clear out!"
"But, Lucaaaas..." began Toon Link.
She got in his face. "Did I stutter?"
No, she did not. And that's exactly why they obeyed her and backed away from Ness, albeit with a few grunts and grumbles towards him. Red was the only one not budging, shoe still planted on the side of his face.
She looked to him, still grinning like the idiot he was. "And get your foot off his head."
"What? I'm not hurting him. This is simply demeaning him for—"
"Now!"
Mumbling, he reluctantly removed his foot, shoving hands in his pockets... but not before giving Ness a swift kick in the side, causing him to cough. Talk about kicking someone when they're down.
Lucas was absolutely furious at this. "Red!"
"What? He deserved it!"
"You know what?" She shrugged. "Why do I even bother? It's not like telling you this is will do any one of us good. I may as well not even be here, seeing as how dense each and every one of you is."
Toon Link gulped. "What do you mean by that?"
She turned her head. "That I'm not too keen on ganging up on others. I don't take kindly to unfair fights, but why should you care? Apparently, what I want doesn't matter."
Kirby gawked. "What?! This isn't unfair! It's, uh... karma! Yeah, karma! For what he did to you!"
"Yeah, right. Five against one isn't karma, just plain unfair. But I guess that's the only way a bunch of shallow, ruthless barbarians get things done."
Popo flinched. "Shallow?!"
"Ruthless?!" squeal Kirby in disbelief.
Toon Link gasped. "Barbarians?!"
"Aw, Lucas, that hurt," said Red, holding his chest for emphasis. "We're not any of that stuff, and you know it. We just wanna look out for you and make sure you stay nice and safe."
"Yeah, you're too pretty to let go to waste," coyly added Toon Link.
"Oh, really, then?" She furrowed her brow. "If you guys're so eager to beat the snot out of someone, why not let it be yourselves? In a fair fight—"
"Against Ness?!" Popo didn't let her finish, poising his hammer over his head. "Sure! I'll go first!"
"Against each other!" she growled, pretty cross with them at this point. Humbled by this, Popo released his mallet, puddy in her hands as he drew together, smiling insecurely.
Kirby popped up. "Oh, that's easy! I can win a fair fight! Just watch me!"
"Me, too!" added Popo, snapping out of his submissiveness as Lucas eased up. "I can take you all on right now with one hand tied behind my back!"
"But you don't even have Nana," scoffed Red. "Just as well, though, since I'd cream both of you, anyway. Right, Charizard?"
The dragon cut his eyes at him. ("Stop trying to bring me into this.")
"I could win if I really put my mind to it. Besides, with someone gorgeous like you in my corner, how could I lose?" Wow, Toon Link was pouring on the charm today.
Lucas now refused to look at them. "Just so you know, all this talk isn't impressing me in the least bit. Actions speak louder than words, and unless I see any of that, you can kiss your chances of getting back on my good side goodbye."
Horrified at that fact, all four ran off to put their money where their mouth was. Snorting at their exit, she went over to Ness, suddenly looking worried and sympathetic. How like a girl.
"Aw, Ness... Are you okay?" she asked, tentatively picking him up like an abandoned rag doll. "Poor thing. Did those losers hurt you?"
"I've been through worse..." He sat up and also tended to his head, wincing as he ran across the point of impact. Lucas automatically sympathized.
"Oh, they did hurt you! Those knuckleheads!" She took off his hat, wildly rubbing hands through his hair to console him. He simply sighed as she did. Who did she think she was, his mom? And how old did she think he was, five?
"Look, it didn't hurt that much, so stop," he complained, pushing away.
The blonde did let go, only because she was done looking him over. "Well, I'm sure you'll live. Don't see any blood. I think you're okay."
Did he not just say that a few seconds ago? ...Wait.
He perked up. "Lucas, where'd you come from, anyway? I didn't see you leave the fight."
"You know, halfway through it, I got this intense craving for something sweet. It was, like, overbearing, so I went to go get some shakes."
He facepalmed. Of course. Here he was, worried about her, while she was off getting her drink on. He should've seen it coming.
I thought you said you weren't worried about her.
He wasn't!
Fortunately, Lucas didn't seem to notice his mental struggle. "All that aside, did I tell you I had a ton of fun in there?"
"Huh?"
"The fight? We just had? It was fun! The best fight I've had in forever! I'll get you next time, though." She grinned at the last remark.
"But you got your head handed to you. What about going easy on you because..." He instinctively donned a pitiful look, "you're a girl?"
She pouted. "Oh, what? Did those oafs tell you that? So untrue. You don't see anybody backing down when they're facing the other girls, do you?"
She was right; Peach, Zelda, Jigglypuff, and Samus had been knocked around just as much as usual, if not more. Nana, on the other hand, was on a bit of a hiatus, since her partner refused to coordinate with her. It didn't matter either way, since when Popo fought, it was for both of them. Ivysaur was at the mercy of Red so, sadly, she didn't count.
"Besides, I actually wanted to get into a nice, all-out fight with someone, and you're the first to give that to me since... well, you know."
Oh, yeah. He knew. Almost better than she did.
"So, here." She offered him a shake. "I think this is one thing you do deserve."
"...Right, heh heh." He faked a smile, reluctantly taking it. For all he knew, it was probably one of those crappy low-fat, watered down, no sugar, all-natural shakes that tasted like raw sewage in comparison to an actual milkshake. He looked dejectedly at Lucas as she stood, sucking her shake down like it was the yummiest thing ever. He sighed and grudgingly sipped his, just waiting to gag.
Shockingly, he found himself sucking it down almost as fast. Surprise, surprise, it wasn't low-fat at all. It was a normal, average, artificial-as-all-get-out, calorie-and-sugar-filled, not-the-best-choice-for-you milkshake. But it was chocolate, so it wasn't that big of a deal. There may not've been an instruction manual on them, but chicks sure loved their chocolate.
"Ooh, ooh! C'mon!" She yanked him from his musings and the floor, dragging him down the hall. "If we don't hurry, we'll miss it!"
"Miss what?"
"The fight, silly! The one I sent those dopes off to? You don't wanna miss that, do you?"
Wow, she was insidious. He thought that was just a way to get them to scram, but it appeared she actually wanted to watch them tear each other apart for her unrequited attention. Not only that, but she wanted him to watch with her. Women were more treacherous than he thought.
In the living room, she plopped down with him on the couch. That poor couch, it must've despised them with every inch of its cushiony insides after last night. Surprisingly, they had it all to themselves, which probably added to its hate for them. According to the TV, the Idiot Brigade was just starting the fight. It was on Yoshi's Island for some reason, probably to appeal to Lucas' overbearing femininity with all the colors and cutesy-poo scenery. Girls liked stuff like that, right?
Oh, well, whatever. He didn't care. He simply sat back with his shake and watched them cream each other. And boy, were they bad. The four usually put up decent fights in actual combat, but since the only thing on their minds was impressing Lucas, they battled carelessly and crazily, not using one inch of strategy.
Popo didn't have Nana, so he was the official whipping boy of the fight, being KOed every second there was. Kirby was too spastic in his endeavors, doing stupid stuff like throwing down explosives near someone in the hopes he'd blow them to smithereens before he was. Not surprisingly, Toon Link fought like he actually had a brain, but it was his undoing, as the others constantly ganged up on him, probably from jealousy. As much as Ness hated to admit it, Red and Charizard were clearly winning.
It was then he noticed Lucas had put an arm around his waist, pulling him close as she continued slurping down her shake. Not a big deal. Girls liked to hug things, so he'd humor her. Her hand soon moved up and began scratching under his hat in the spot where his brains were nearly bashed out. It was still a little sore and her fingers really soothed the pain. Again, not a big deal. He liked it. But it was the last gesture he felt was trying to tell him something.
Her hand left his head, smoothly running down his arm and overlapping fingers with his. She seemed to be getting quite cozy, scooting closer while pulling him over. He eyed her skeptically. She had to know she was doing this, right? In return, she eyed him intently, like they both knew her motives. Continuing his baffled gaze, he assured her he didn't.
Lucas figured she oughta give him a bigger hint, silencing his thoughts by leaning over and resting her head on his. ...And who was he to resist? He replied by lying against her as well, getting nice and snug. All this while both continued enjoying their sweets.
Could it be possible they were... bonding? A soft sigh from Lucas answered that. Great. It must've looked really sappy and lame, too.
...
But really, was anyone around to say that? Were there prying eyes around the corner? Was there someone gazing down for the ceiling? Could he hear indistinct whispering about it in the next room? The answer to all of these questions was no, so why worry?
...Plus, it did feel nice. They weren't doing anything weird, no, not at all. This was perfectly normal, a guy and his girl making themselves comfortable as the competition knocked each other's brains out. What more could he ask for? The only things that made this slightly sappy moment even sappier were the wide grins and happily tranquil faces he knew they wore. It killed his tough inner man to say it, but deep down inside, honestly, truthfully, and frankly... this was bliss.
He glanced back at the TV in time to see Charizard swat Kirby away and break open a Smash Ball. Squirtle and Ivysaur soon joined him in his merciless slaughter and together, all three blew the competition away.
It was embarrassing and shameful; a real pain to watch. Not because of his nearly flawless victory, but because Ness felt he and Red were the true competitors in the fight over Lucas, and if he didn't watch his step, this was what awaited him.
GAME!
Pit pulled his head out of the water-filled sink, gasping for air. Of all the dirty, rotten, disgusting things that had to thrown into his face, it had to be that. He'd never be able to look at any pillow without examining as hard as he could first ever again.
Ooh, that Ness had some nerve! He hadn't been keeping tabs on either him or Lucas for a while now, since nothing weird had been going on between them. This was mostly due to the crowd of bachelors constantly drooling over Lucas'... uh, whatever it is they wanted from her. And with so many intrusions, there was hardly enough time for anything weird to happen, therefore, his interest in them plummeted. But he figured it was high time he pick up where he left off and resume his spying of the two. And if not only to tattle on Ness for the slightest little misdemeanor he did, then to steal and/or break something of his to get back at him for subjecting him to his nice, little... sample.
Leaving the bathroom, he passed by some other occupants until he came to the room the two PSI kids roomed in. He inched over to it, looking around to see if anyone was watching. Nope, he only saw Ganondorf and Captain Falcon go downstairs, the two he went by a second ago. Turning back to the door, he was surprised to see it left ajar, which was very rare, as to avoid things like what he was about to do; snoop, pillage, and blackmail.
Going in, he quickly closed the door behind him and began his dirty work. In a nutshell, the room was a total combination of itself; one side was neat and clean, while the other looked like a tornado had invited a hurricane over for a party in it. He assumed this side was Ness'. Let's see...
Shirts, pants, undies, sheets, a pillow, junk, junk, unwashed plates from food he ate in there and still hadn't returned to the kitchen, more junk, more shirts, more junk, discarded books, video games, more sheets, more junk, even more junk, junk, junk, junk, junk— Oh, who was he kidding? Everything in here was a piece of junk. He'd be better off blackmailing him. The only thing of real value he happened across was the TV remote. Frowning, he picked it up. Er, maybe he could throw this out the window or something.
Just then, he heard footsteps outside, Ness talking. Uh oh, time to blow this joint. He bolted for the door, dropping the remote in the process. He was about to zoom out when the doorknob began turning, Ness on the other side. Crap, there was no time! What to do? What to do?!
He wasn't the smartest guy in the house, but what he lacked in intelligence, he made up with craftiness. Using this to his advantage, he leapt away from the door as it opened, diving into the closet and slamming its door. Perfect! He could eavesdrop on Ness from in there and get him back later! Ingenious, if he said so himself. Now to play the waiting game...
Fortunately, Ness was too distracted to notice the loud slamming noise he probably should've heard upon entering. Lucas followed him like a lovesick puppy, perhaps the reason he didn't pay it any mind.
"But like I was saying," continued Lucas, "that was a really nice fight. Both doing and watching. But, uh, sorry for what happened after the guys came back."
"Nah, it wasn't your fault, I guess..." mumbled Ness. Pit peeked out of the closet to see him totally drenched. What happened?
"Yeah, I didn't exactly except Red to flip out and sick his Squirtle on you like that."
Oh. That explained it.
"I think I'd rather him use Charizard. Squirtle's like a freaking hose. Guy didn't know when to quit."
"Well, it's what Squirtles do; squirt..." Ness looked at her oddly until she finished with, "Water."
Trudging over to his bed, he tossed his hat and backpack to the side, groaning as he dripped all over the place.
Lucas giggled at his frustration, like all women just loved to do, and was about to enter when her foot punted a pillow near the door. That wasn't there that morning...
"Hello?" She bent over. "What this?"
Ness paid her no mind and began ringing out his shirt, sighing in defeat as water pooled on the floor. Annoyed to no end, he yanked it off, dropping it to the floor with a heavy splat. He made his way to the closest for something a little less wet.
Pit scrambled, seeing him come closer. It was too dark to see what was what in the confined space, the angel feeling piles of boxes and whatnot against his wings. Once again, he relied on his quick wit to get him of this jam. And boy, did it. At the last second, he scurried behind the unintelligible mess behind him, the sheer amount of it acting as a refuge.
Ness didn't suspect a thing as he opened the door, surveying the mix of clothes on the rack, bundle of discarded scrap on the floor. He reached in and took an aquamarine-colored housecoat out, closing the door back and leaving. Pit sighed and crawled out, adjusting himself and opening the door to peek again. By that time, Ness had already thrown off the rest of his clothing, his attire soaking in the corner near the bathroom. He now sported the housecoat, back turned as he fumbled with tying it.
Seconds later, Lucas entered, holding up a very wet pillow. He immediately pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes in an "Oh, crap" sorta way. She looked at him quizzically.
"Ness, what's this doing outside?"
"I dunno. That's not mine."
"I know. It's mine."
"..."
Well, at least you left a good impression on it.
Authoress' Notes: When I tried to type in "jizzed" at the start of this chapter, my computer suggested "jazzed". Uh, okay. Ness jazzed over Lucas' pillow? All right, I'm cool with that. Dancing with pillows can be sexy, too.
