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The following evening found, Dewey and Webby snuggling on their bed.

"Remind me why we haven't done this before?" Webby sighed contentedly as she snuggled into Dewey's solid chest. His black T-shirt was soft and clean.

He chuckled. "Well, you spent most of your nights researching McDuck family history," he tilted his head slightly. "Or we were adventuring. Or your grandmother would be watching me like a hawk and I couldn't come see you—"

"Okay, Dewdrop," Webby rolled her eyes, though she was smiling. "It was a hypothetical question. My point is, I'm very happy right now."

"Are you?" Dewey smiled down at her while he untangled her hair with his fingers.

"Yes. So shut up."

He smirked. "Make me."

"You asked for it," she said, giving him a sly smile and pushing him back onto the pillows. She captured his lips in a kiss.

Dewey was in heaven. When their lips met hers he felt a wave of electricity pass through his body and all rational thoughts left his mind. Her lips were soft and warm against hers, the smell of her scent filling her nostrils. She felt her knees go weak as he began to feverishly kiss her back. Dewey's hand rose to cup her cheek as his tongue licked her bottom lip. She let out a soft sound that he returned with a low groan.

Dewey quickly pulled back from her, fearful that if they continued he wouldn't be able to hold back. He didn't have protection.

Webby pulled him in for a hug, cradling his head against her chest. Dewey sighed, sunk his face into her softness and breathed deeply.

"Oh God… Webbs, don't do this…"

"Don't do what?" she mumbled.

"This… I won't be able to control myself."

"I won't let you cross the line."

"You shouldn't have to protect yourself from me." he said.

"I want to do this."

Dewey moaned into her chest and slid down, his lips trailing down her stomach.

Webby instantly felt a tingle streak through her that shot straight to lower regions.

"You… you want to do… um, that?"

"No, just… can't resist you, Webbs." he murmured.

"Oh," she said, her voice coming out in a squeak.

"Webby," he said in a throaty moan, his eyes becoming glassy, his hands slowly feeling up and down her thighs.

Webby noted the complete change in his behaviour. A few minutes ago, he didn't want to take advantage of her, now he was practically burying his nose between her legs. Afraid she was going to lose him completely she placed her hand under his chin and made him look up.

Dewey smiled and placed a hand on her stomach. Then he dug his fingers into her stomach and began to tickle her mercilessly, causing Webby to double over and throw her head back simultaneously in a fit of laughter.

"Dewey! Stop!" she squealed, closing her eyes.

The next thing she knew, the hand on her stomach had ceased its movements as Dewey straddled and latched his teeth around her earlobe, tugging on it tenderly.

Oh, that felt good. she thought.

An involuntary moan escaped her lips as Dewey's palm rested against her navel, fingers spread. He released her earlobe to lick around the shell of her ear to whisper.

"You're so beautiful."

Webby let out a satisfied moan as she ran her fingers through his hair. His palm pressed firmly into her abdomen as his fingers caressed her. His mouth found the skin just below her ear, and he began to trail warm, sensual kisses down her neck. Webby wasn't sure what was happening, but her body reacted positively, enjoying the smooth skin of Dewey's lips and the wetness of his tongue. His breathing was staggered against her skin.

"Dewey…" she groaned as his tongue suckled at her pulse point.

"Shh," he whispered, "Do you like it?"

"Ye-yes…"

"Good," he murmured. A soft kiss under her jaw was her reward. "That's good, Webby."

The way Dewey spoke her name aroused her to no end. She didn't know her name could sound so beautiful on someone's tongue.

"I'm going to continue, alright?"

She nodded.

Dewey wrapped his arm around her stomach and curled over on her side, facing away from him, and backed her up until he spooned her. Their bodies fit together like two jigsaw pieces. He brushed her hair to the side and began to kiss her neck again, this time with much more passion.

"These are our hormones talking," she tried to reason with him, even as his hand snaked under her shirt and brushed along her toned stomach.

"Don't care," he murmured against her skin.

"You aren't really attracted to me like that…" Webby giggled, purposely trying to trigger him.

Webby smirked when the arm around her stiffened, and she was jerked even closer against him.

"I've always been attracted to you. Ever since you kidnapped me when we first came to the mansion."

His attraction pressed against Webby's bum, proving his point.

"You're always making me more outgoing," he kisses down the back of her neck, "And believing in me," his free hand moved up the back of her neck and gripped the hair at the nape of her neck, "And there isn't a moment I don't appreciate you." He moved against her. "So let me show you just how much I appreciate you."

Maybe it was the words, or the way in which Dewey growled them against her shoulder, or his body heat, or the near animalistic way in which he held her against him, but Webby felt a gush of wetness between her legs and blushed bright red.

Dewey just smirked against her skin.

Webby had never felt this way, pressed against someone with little to no self control. Had this sexual tension always been there, before they started dating? Either way, it caused Webby to reach down to the bottom of her nightgown and tug it up.

Dewey helped shimmying it up over her arms and head before tossing it across the bed to the floor. He slid his top off and threw it onto the ground, where it joined her nightgown. He was about to kiss her again, when…

"Dewey! Webby! Dinner's ready!" Huey called.

Dewey growled and Webby smiled sympathetically.

"We can continue this later." Webby smirked.

Dewey smiled. "Whatever you want, angel."

He gently kissed her forehead and she smiled.

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Lena was feeling sick that evening, so Huey offered to help Louie with the dishes.

"So," Huey started. "How are things between you and Lena?"

Louie stopped drying the dishes, and looked at his older brother, a suspicious scowl etched on his face. Did Huey know about the Quacker incident?

Huey frowned. "Is everything alright?"

Louie realized that Huey was simply trying to converse, and his features relaxed. "Everything's fine," Louie said. "But it's hard sleeping next to her."

Huey let out a small laugh, careful not to disturb Dewey and Webby, whose bedroom was a few feet away.

"How come?" Huey asked, amused.

"Well, she steals all the blankets. I even packed extra blankets, but she stole the extras! So I'm just lying there shivering." Louie snorted.

Huey chuckled. "And how are things otherwise?"

"What do you mean?" Louie asked, putting away the last dish.

"Louie," Huey frowned, turning off the tap, and drying his hands on a dish towel. "It's plain as day that both of you have a thing for each other."

Huey set the dish towel aside and studied his younger triplet, who was struggling to put an answer together.

"Well, I like her a lot. I'm not sure if she likes me like that. We're better off as friends, y'know?" Louie said hurriedly, like he was assuring himself more than Huey.

Huey narrowed his eyes, and followed Louie outside to the porch. Louie pulled out his pack of cigarettes and Huey frowned. Ever since his last girlfriend, Louie took a liking to smoking and drinking. Thankfully, Webby got him to quit drinking, but Louie was still adamant about the use of his cigarettes.

"Want one?" Louie offered, pulling one out and holding one.

"No thanks," Huey said. "You shouldn't be smoking, Louie."

"I'm trying to quit. Honest. This is my first one in three weeks." Louie said.

Huey softened. "That's good progress."

Louie smiled, and lit his bud, gently inhaling, then exhaling the smoke, where it disappeared into the night sky. He leaned against the porch railing and took another long drag.

"As much as I want to be together, Lena and I are better off as friends." Louie said, wisps of smoke escaping his mouth as he spoke each word.

"How come?" Huey challenged.

Louie let out a soft laugh. "We're both just trying to figure ourselves out. And… I don't know. Sometimes I think about Becky."

Louie took a long drag and the end of the cigarette glowed a bright orange. Huey noticed Louie's ridged shoulders, and realized they had reached a touchy topic. He always has mixed feelings about Louie's ex. After all, she wasn't the best influence on Louie, but at the same time, she made Louie happy.

Louie continued. "But I need to move on. That's what she told me before heading off to college."

Louie wordlessly flicked the ashes off of his cigarette using his thumb, his expression now unreadable. His face was contorted in a weird mix of anger, hurt, and confusion, but Huey couldn't place his finger on which one.

"Louie," Huey tried. "Ever since you two met, you and Lena have always had a connection. A connection that goes deeper beyond hers and Webby. You guys understand each other." Huey reasoned.

Louie furiously turned around, and Huey flinched at his sudden mood change.

"Which is another reason to keep her at arm's length," Louie snapped, though he wasn't angry. His words were fiery and passionate. "I can't… lose that! She trusts me and I trust her! It's too valuable, too fragile to break!"

Louie sat down hard on a lawn chair, the cigarette falling from his fingers. He angrily squashed it underneath his bare foot, hissing in pain as he did so. Huey silently gasped. He'd never seen him so desperate and unhinged about anything.

"I'm not trying to argue. Lou," Huey said gently, keeping his voice low. "I'm giving you advice. You want to keep her at a distance, fine. But think how happy you'll be once you have her by your side."

Louie didn't budge, and stubbornly kept his head down, his eyebrows knit in a deep scowl.

Huey opened the door. "Just give it some thought. Goodnight."

"Goodnight." Louie muttered.

Huey hopefully waited for another response, but it was followed by silence, signaling that their conversation was over. He noticed that Louie's tone wasn't angry, but merely confused and conflicted.

He watched from the window as Louie lit another cigarette.

Sighing, Huey walked upstairs to his bedroom. Maybe he'd confront him again when he was calmer.

"Hey." Violet greeted, once Huey walked in. She was sitting on the bed, phone in hand.

"Hey," Huey smiled, closing and locking the door behind him. "What are you up to?"

Violet stretched. "Just texting my dad. He's asking if we… did anything and if we used protection."

Huey chuckled, sliding off his shirt and kicking off his jeans. He climbed into bed in his black boxers, and laid down next to her.

"We always could." Huey said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

She laughed. "Huey!"

He smiled, but he turned serious. "You know I'm joking, Vi. I would never do anything without your consent."

She softened. "I know you won't, Huey."

Huey gently kissed her forehead and Violet snuggled in closer to him. She turned off the lamp, and felt herself drifting asleep in his strong arms.

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Louie went to the basement and walked inside his bedroom. He saw Lena lying down on the bed, with a hot towel on her head, her eyes closed.

"Lena?" he asked softly, checking if she was awake.

She slowly opened her eyes and weakly smiled when she saw him.

"Hey," she greeted, trying to sit up.

"Don't strain yourself." Louie said gently.

She smiled gratefully at him, and fell back onto the mattress.

"How are you feeling?" Louie asked.

"Not any better. My head's all stuffy."

"Any idea what's going on?" Louie asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"This always happens once a month. I guess this is a shadow's equivalent to a woman's period." Lena groaned.

"Wow. How long does it last?" Louie asked, amazed.

She smiled. "I'll probably feel better by tomorrow," Lena sniffed the air and frowned. "Have you been smoking?"

"Just now," Louie admitted. "Why?"

She sighed. "You know I don't like it when you smoke."

Louie sighed. "I'm sorry, Lena. But it was my first one in 3 weeks."

Lena closed her eyes again and groaned, massaging her temples.

"Headache?" Louie guessed.

"Yeah." Lena sighed.

"Do you want tea or something?"

"I want you to take a shower." Lena frowned. His smoke smell disgusted her.

Louie stuck his tongue out at her and she stuck up her middle finger up at him. He went to the bathroom and turned on the shower, lost in thought. Huey's words were echoing in his head.

"Ever since you two met, you and Lena have always had a connection. A connection that goes deeper beyond hers and Webby. You guys understand each other…"

"How can I love some when I'm afraid…?" Louie murmured to himself.

He thought of Lena and he softened.

"Afraid of myself? I-I can't even take care of myself, and I would never want Lena to suffer. I can't lose her…" Louie said shakily.

Louie had abandonment issues, and that was pretty obvious: his birth dad left the second he figured out that he'd gotten their mother pregnant, and his mom…

He didn't care about her.

Her choice was obvious. She valued adventure more, and it was obvious when she stepped onto that rocket ship. Louie still remembered it all: Dewey climbing onto the Sunchaser, risking his life to find out what happened to her 8 years ago. The only people who seemed concerned about her disappearance were Dewey and Webby. Maybe he did at one point, but that was a long time ago. He stopped hoping for her return when he was about 15.

Their mother chose to leave them, and that was that. Besides, she was the whole reason Louie had abandonment issues. He instinctively reached for a cigarette to relieve his stress, momentarily forgetting that he was taking a shower.

There was a soft knock on the door and Louie realized he'd spent almost a half hour lost in his thoughts. He quickly shut off the water.

"You alive?" Lena asked.

"I-I'm okay!" Louie said, slightly annoyed that he'd gotten so lost in thought over his mother. "You didn't have to get up!"

"I got worried, dummy." she snorted.

Louie scoffed. "Well I'm fine, dummy!"

"I'm going to sleep," Lena said. "You should sleep soon too."

"I will. Just give me a few minutes."

"Okay. Goodnight."

"Goodnight Lena." Louie smiled.

A half hour later, Louie climbed into bed wearing sweatpants and a tank top. Lena was sound asleep and Louie gently climbed into bed, careful not to wake her up.

"Goodnight." he whispered, before closing his eyes.

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poor Louie :(