Fala Delacroix- Oh yes! Hickey's are enjoyable! You even said so while I gave you one! lol

peachy-pebbles- Willy knows what the "bulge" is, but has never experiecned one that big! As for the bathroom . . . I helped him with it step by step! lol Oh! And I just happen to visit this site called "Wangdoodles" with Wonka slash and saw some stuff you've written/drawn! You draw really good! I especially like the first kiss one . . . that made me laugh!

Starlight Enchantress- I think the last chappie was one of my favorites! It's just so damn funny and sexy! (purrs)

Me and My Shadow- Ah Ewan . . . the comic relief of this stroy! He's based off of my best friend. And I had a hoot with the sexual puns! My sides still hurt from laughing at them when I first wrote them down XD

A/n: Here it is! What song shall Willy sing? If the title isn't blunt enough then read on, my brain washed fans! Mwahahahahahaha!


Chapter 29: Touch Me

I walked on stage as a round of applause broke out. I find Bianca, her face plastered with shock. I give an eager wave and toothy grin. She smiles a little, but the shock refused to wear off. I took the microphone from Letta. "Before I start I'd like to say that this song is dedicated to you, Bianca." I gestured towards Bianca and the spotlight follows. Bianca gives a coy wave and sinks down into her chair. I laugh and queue in the music. The intro to "Touch Me" by The Doors begins to play. "Yeah!" I say to rally up the audience. I could hear Bianca's laughter and see her face brighten up. Suddenly, the butterflies in my stomach was replaced with confidence as it came time for me to sing:

Come on, come on, come on, come on
Now touch me, baby
Can't you see that I am not afraid?
What was that promise that you made?
Why won't you tell me what she said?
What was that promise that you made?

Now, I'm gonna love you
Till the heavens stop the rain
I'm gonna love you
Till the stars fall from the sky for you and I

As the keyboard played on I began to dance around the stage. Everyone in the audience was now standing up and dancing along with me . . . everyone except Bianca. She was standing perfectly still examining me like I was the midnight sky. I never would've thought that she would be shy dancer! I stopped dancing and continued to sing:

Come on, come on, come on, come on
Now touch me, baby
Can't you see that I am not afraid?
What was that promise that you made?
Why won't you tell me what she said?
What was that promise that you made?

I'm gonna love you
Till the heavens stop the rain
I'm gonna love you
Till the stars fall from the sky for you and I

I made my way off stage towards Bianca as the music slowed down and became soft. I took her hand in mine as I sang the next verse:

I'm gonna love you
Till the heavens stop the rain
I'm gonna love you
Till the stars fall from the sky for you and I!

The music goes back to its original tempo. The saxophone solo began to play. I beckon Bianca to come on stage with me. She resists at first, but gives up when she sees that she couldn't win this fight. As the sax solo plays on I begin to dance, persuading Bianca to join in. She finally loosens up and dances with me, flinging her hair around as I boogied behind her!

Finally, the song came to an end and everyone yelled out the final line: "Stronger than dirt!" Bianca and I posed as the audience went wild. I look down at Bianca. Our faces were suddenly close. Bianca filled in the thin space between our lips. Instantly, our lips molded into a passionate kiss. I could hear the audience clap and cheer more from our little kiss. No . . . it was more than just a little kiss. I felt that same urgency in Bianca's lips when we kissed backstage during rehearsal. I felt her need . . . her desire.

Bianca breaks the kiss. "C'mon!" She leads me off stage giggling. As soon as we're out of the audiences view Bianca pulled me into another kiss. I kissed back eagerly. I had the sudden urge to ask her what she was trying to say before performing, but Bianca pulled back from my lips. I almost whimpered from the loss of warm lips upon mine.

"You were great!" she exclaimed. I could feel my cheeks blush. "Hey Bianca! We need your help over here with Titania's wardrobe!" Ewan yelled from the dressing room. Bianca nodded and looked back at me. "You go on home with Arlene. Emmy and I will catch up."

"Are you sure?" I asked disappointed.

"Yeah, I'm sure."

"Okay. When you come home meet me in the Chocolate Room on our secret hill."

She giggled. "Okay." She gave me one last lingering kiss before going off to help out Ewan. I met the Buckets right outside the entrance. They were all in chatter about my performance and the finale kiss. As we walked home I began to think to myself. Something seems different about Bianca . . . and I like it!

I noticed something different as soon as she grabbed my thigh during our footsy war at lunch with Bianca's friends. I've gotten use to Bianca being a little timid that I was shocked to feel her delicately place her hand so close to my . . . I couldn't bring myself to say it without giggling. Then again . . . I was more surprised when she wrapped her legs around my waist, inviting me into her arms. As our passion deepened our hands explored . . . And damn did it feel nice! And if Ewan hadn't interrupted we could've gone further, but I also realized how far we've gone. I've never been that intimate with anyone! And Bianca didn't push away like I expected her to.

Maybe that's what she kept trying to tell me . . . I thought as I opened the gates to my factory. Bianca has been trying to tell me something ever since she performed that deliciously seducing song. Her voice was so full of raw desire . . . Maybe that's what she's trying to say . . . she might be-

"Ready Willy?"

"Huh?" I lost my train of thought. We were inside the factory, standing just outside the entrance. Well . . . I was at least. Everyone except Arlene that is. "I said are you ready?" she retorted. "Ready for what?" Surely she couldn't have read my thoughts . . . "Ready to finally explain to me your relationship with Bianca."

"That should be obvious by now!"

"Yes . . . but I only know her feelings. I must know yours now." I feel my stomach ache in nervousness. "Why is that?" I ask as I walked up beside her.

"I'm the big sister . . . I'm protective and nosy! Now . . . let's go for a walk around the Chocolate Room."


"I think someone's gonna get laid tonight!"

"That's a crude way to say it . . . but yes . . . I am ready."

Titania's eyes grew wide as a smile broke out on her face. We're still in the dressing room. Titania's corset was too tight and Ewan tied the knot a little too firm. So I grabbed a knife and sliced open the wardrobe. I'm now helping her breathe while chatting like schoolgirls. "You're ready?" she asked quietly. I smile a toothy grin and nod slightly. Titania squeals loudly. "You're ready! You're ready!" she chants. "Is it really that exciting?" I asked ecstatically. In some ways it is, I thought to myself. It's like you're waiting in line for the world's scariest roller coaster, the fear and anticipation building up inside of you . . . and when you finally get on and take that first big hill down . . . well, I'll find out what it feels like tonight!

"Yes, it's that exciting!"

"What's exciting?"

We look down to see that Emmy has just entered the room. "Uh . . ." Titania uttered as she failed to come up with a cover up. I roll my eyes and answer Emmy. "I'm spending some alone time with Willy."

"Oh . . . that's good."

"Do you like Mr. Wonka, Emmy?" Titania asked idly. "Yeah! Who wouldn't? Which reminds me . . . Mummy, can Mr. Wonka be my daddy?"

This caught me by surprise. "You want Willy to be your . . . father?"

"Yes . . . he'd be great at it. He showed he was daddy material during your coma."

"How?"

"He held me while we both waited for you to wake up on the days that I visited you with more artwork. He really loves you . . . that is why I think he'll be a good daddy."

I felt my eyes glaze over with unshed tears. I hastily held the tears back. "I'll ask him as soon as possible, okay?"

"Okay!" Emmy's face lightened up. I smile and look over at the clock. "Well, I guess we should get going. Before we do I need to talk to your grandmother. Where is she?"

"She should be still up in the lighting booth."

"Thanks. Emmy, you stay here until I come to get you, okay?"

"All right."

I leave the dressing room to go find Letta. I found her sitting at one of the tables in the audience. "Ah . . . the star of tonight's show! And perhaps the soon to be lover of a Mr. Willy Wonka?" Letta said as she cocked an eyebrow. "You heard Titania, didn't you?" I asked sheepishly. Letta chuckles and nods. She gestures for me to take a seat. I do as I'm told and clear my throat, getting ready to ask the most curious and embarrassing question I've ever asked. "Letta . . . what does it feel like when you're being made love to?"

"Why are you asking me?"

"Well, I thought about asking Arlene, but that would just project disturbing images. Then I thought about asking Ewan, but that would project even more disturbing images!"

"What about your parents?"

"I'm not that stupid!"

Letta laughs loudly. "Sorry . . . I should've known." She sighed and began to describe the sacred ritual of love.

I hung onto every single detail. She described the feeling of being one, the silent promise you make with your partner when you're on the throes of passion. The promise of eternal love. Her calming words alleviated my nerves, making me confident and sure of my decisions. I thank Letta and get up to leave.

"Before you go, I feel as if I should tell you to be careful. I don't think you want an unplanned brother or sister for Emmy!" I give a light chuckle. "I won't . . . I don't think I can."

"Why is that?"

"Well, about two years after Emmy was born Ralph came home one day and began to beat me with his fists . . . he always said he gets great satisfaction from beating me with his own strength. He apparently saw me walking with a man earlier that day. After he beat me he pushed me against the wall and had his way with me. When he finally released me I was bleeding profusely. I eventually lost consciousness and awoke later in the hospital. The doctor informed me that I had been pregnant for two months, but I had a miscarriage. He also said that I probably would never conceive again because my reproductive organs were severely damaged. He said he wasn't sure, but not to set hopes on having children again. Ralph was ecstatic by this . . . he said I wasn't supposed to have children in the first place."

Letta looked at me with understanding. "Aye . . . but you still need to be careful."

"I know . . . well, I need to go. I'll see you next week."

"All right . . . see ya."

I go and get Emmy. As we walked home I couldn't help to sing a thought to myself over and over again. Touch me, Willy. Can't you see that I am not afraid? Remember the promise that we made? Do you see what I'm trying to say? I'm ready to make love to you today!


A/n: YAY! (snoopy dances) You know what this means . . . the next chappie is the one that everyone has been waiting for! So . . . if I get a good amount of reviews then I shall update as quickly as possible (by Sunday or Monday). I pinkie swear! (holds out pinkie) Until next time . . . (snoopy dances with Willy)