Damnnnnnn people, 30 reviews for 8 chapters? I'm impressed :)
caetlyn27: No problem! :) Louie and Lena are slowlyyyyy but surely going to get together. "Slowly" because both of their characters are super deep, and there's a lot more to them than the show lets on
BarnMaker: Hell yeah, I love writing heated scenes ;) I ship it. And your story ideas are in the making! :)
riverajacobed1: loving your reviews :) AND I SWEAR TO GOD IF LIZETTE DOESN'T SHUT THE FUCK UP, I'M SERIOUSLY GOING TO SHOVE A—
*deep breath*
But yes. Louie and Lena, like mentioned above, are really deep characters with a lot of flaws and insecurities. Dewey and Webby are literally just horny at this point, but we'll get to how they're feeling about taking their relationship to the next level in THIS chapter, so be ready for a deep conversation between these lovebirds
Honestly, nerd love is my aesthetic :)
READERS! DO NOT SMOKE D:
dalek117: thank you so much! And trust me, everything you asked will be answered :)
dewdrop: I'm not sure how I like Della as a character yet. I mean, I like how she's progressing, but I don't know. In a way, I get where Louie's coming from, she was gone for their whole lives, and she's acting like everything's okay. So when she returns, it'll be a rocky road
Guest: Thanks!
tbo: right?
Now, on with the story!
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Last night, in Dewey and Webby's bedroom…
"Dewey… fuck…" Webby breathed against his ear.
Dewey continued kissing her neck, gently sucking and nibbling her skin, no doubt leaving a mark. Neck kisses were Webby's weakness and he knew that she wouldn't be able to resist. The way she arched her back into his body, and her small moans and gasps were driving him absolutely nuts.
He had taken off her shirt and now the couple were having a heated makeout session. They distantly heard Huey and Louie talking in hushed tones in the kitchen, but Dewey didn't bother paying attention: right now, he was devoted to making Webby feel special.
They kissed some more as Dewey slid her bra off. He had only seen her topless once, and that was from when he had accidentally walked in on her changing a few years ago, before they started dating. Dewey still cringed from how awkward the whole situation was.
Webby let out a rather loud moan when he enclosed his mouth over one of her hardened buds.
"Dewey… stop." she said breathlessly.
Dewey stopped immediately and cursed himself.
"Shit, Webby I'm sorry. I didn't even ask you if I could." he growled, angry with himself.
"Calm down," Webby smiled, though it was clear as day that she was nervous. "I don't think… I mean… I really want to, but…" she struggled to find the words.
Dewey eyed her up and down. "You're not ready."
Webby sighed, and hugged her knees, leaning against the headboard. Dewey sat down beside her, and she leaned on his shoulder.
"What's wrong?" Dewey asked. He wasn't disappointed, not at all. He was merely confused and hurt as to why Webby hadn't told him she was uncomfortable earlier.
"I don't know, Dew," she frowned. "I really want to, I do. It's not you."
Dewey frowned. "Then?" he asked softly.
"I… I'm scared," she sighed. Then, Webby snorted. "I feel like a pussy for saying that out loud."
He laughed and held her close. "What makes you think I'm ready?
She looked up at him. "You're not?"
"Webbs, I was never going to… do that… I want our first time to be special."
She cuddled him closer. "I'm sorry."
"Webby," Dewey warned. "If you apologize one more time, I'll get mad."
She laughed, though there was nervous tension to it.
"I'm just scared of what my grandmother would say… she's old school, y'know?"
Dewey smiled. "I know she is."
He rubbed his nose affectionately across her neck. Webby's breath hitched at the contact.
"And I'd never do anything without protection either." he murmured.
Webby felt herself surrender to his ministrations, and Dewey straddled her once again.
"I know you're not ready." he said in between heavy kisses. "But maybe we can take baby steps."
She didn't argue.
Webby gasped when he enclosed his mouth over her hardened bud.
"Dewey!" she gasped.
Webby wasn't sure what she was feeling, but one thing was for sure: she didn't want it to end. Dewey continued licking and nibbling her breasts until she felt something warm and urgent stir in the pit of her stomach.
"Dewey," Webby moaned. I think I'm going to… AHH!"
She moaned when she felt the pressure buildup and release. Webby jerked in Dewey's arms, and he laid on her bare chest until the tingles disappeared. It felt wonderful, like a firework shooting throughout her own body.
"I didn't know you would do that." Dewey smiled.
"D-do what?" Webby asked, her voice still shaky from her first ever orgasm.
"Have an orgasm… well, have an orgasm like that. From the pleasure on your chest." he replied.
She snorted. "What can I say? I'm a woman with many talents."
"That, my dear, you definitely are." he murmured, pulling her in for a kiss.
Small steps, small steps, would be the words he would use to comfort his girlfriend about her nervousness. But for now, this was enough.
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The next morning, Lena woke up earlier than expected. Her fever had gone away and she found the bed empty.
"Louie?" she asked gently, keeping her voice down.
She pulled on a black robe over her sweats and oversized T-shirt and gently crept upstairs, careful not to wake up any of her friends who still might've been sleeping. Once upstairs, she smelled the scent of crisp bacon cooking from the kitchen. Lena found Louie wearing a black hoodie and grey sweats, cooking breakfast. He looked incredibly hot, and she felt her heart ache.
"Hey, Lena." he greeted.
He scraped the bacon off of the pan and equally onto six plates that were piled high with waffles, pancakes, eggs, sausage, and finally bacon.
Lena grabbed some orange juice from the fridge. "I could've helped you."
"You're sick." Louie noted, whistling while washing the dishes.
"Not anymore." she reasoned.
He chuckled. "Okay, okay. Why don't you wake up the guys? I'll clean down here."
"Alright."
Lena went to Dewey and Webby's bedroom first. "Dew? Webbs? Breakfast is ready!"
She heard a loud thump like somebody falling off the bed, most likely pushed off. There was a bit of arguing, and then finally, a very disheveled Dewey opened the door. He was shirtless and his sweats were inside out, like he'd scrambled to get them on. Lena smirked, knowing what had happened.
"We'll be right out." Dewey said, glaring at Webby, who blew him a kiss in return,
Lena just snorted when Dewey nearly slammed the door in her face. She went upstairs to find Huey and Violet's bedroom opened.
"Hey, Lena." Huey smiled when she walked in. He was folding his clothes and putting in his duffel bag.
"Hey. Where's Vi?" she asked.
"In the shower." he said, stuffing a crap load of candy in his bag. The gang had one more night at their cabin and left early the next morning.
"Well, breakfast's ready." Lena told him.
"We'll be down in a jiffy." Huey smiled.
Lena smiled and left the room. With Louie and Dewey, Lena found it easier to talk to. They were extroverts and liked conversing. With Huey on the other hand, she found it harder. It wasn't that he was socially awkward, but there was always some sort of wall between them, preventing them from talking to one another properly. She found it easier to talk to him whenever somebody else was around. If it was just the two of them, then there were often little bumps.
She went downstairs and Louie, Dewey and Webby were chatting.
"Come eat." Louie smiled at her.
Lena sat next to Webby and ate her food. They were talking about what to do for the day.
"We did so many things yesterday. I say we just have a relaxing day in. Besides, does anyone need to go anywhere today?" Louie asked.
Between bites of bacon, Webby spoke.
"We need to pump gas for the cars for the ride back. While we're at it, Dew and I want to buy some supplies for our barbecue tonight." she answered.
"Oh right, I forgot all about that," Louie said. "So you and Dewey fill up the first car and Huey and Violet can fill up the second car. Lena and I will stay home, if that's okay with her. Besides, Huey and Violet can take care of the other car."
Lena really didn't want to third wheel with either of the couples. "Yeah, sounds like a plan. I'm glad Huey and Violet can take care of it."
"Take care of what?" Huey asked from the stairs. He was already dressed in a red T-shirt and light jeans. Of course, his hat nestled at the top of his disheveled hair.
Louie answered him. "Take the car out and fill it up with gas so we don't have to worry about it tomorrow morning."
"Sounds good." Huey nodded, grabbing his breakfast and sitting next to Dewey.
Violet was the last to arrive, and the teens lapsed into a comfortable silence. Huey and Violet were the first ones out the door, shortly followed by Dewey and Webby, leaving Lena and Louie alone.
"So," Louie said, loading the dishes into the dishwasher. "What do you want to do?"
Lena was comfortably seated on the leather couch in the TV room. Her posture, one leg propped on top of the other, made her look sleek and lethal like a panther. Lena stared at him coldly and Louie frowned. It wasn't unusual for Lena to stare at someone with so much intensity, but Louie knew he was in for a lecture.
He racked his brain for any mistakes he made within the last few hours. "Listen, if it's about the cigarettes last night, I'm sorry. I just need them. I'm sorry." Louie said, trying to apologize.
"Sit down," she ordered, patting the spot next to her.
Louie nervously sat down next to her while Lena studied him, a hint of amusement dancing in her eyes. He was fidgeting with the drawstrings of his black hoodie and he refused to make direct eye contact with her.
"So?" Lena asked.
Louie frowned. "So?" he repeated, the word sounding sour on his tongue. "You give me the impression that I'm here for a lecture, and you start off with so?!"
"Why do you smoke, Louie?" she asked.
He hesitated, and tensed up. This didn't go unnoticed by Lena, who sat up straighter.
"You know why." he muttered.
"Because…?"
"Because of Becky!" Louie cried, his voice gurgled in a weird mix between hurt and anguish. "Lena… you saw how I was after our breakup!"
"You started drinking and smoking." she summed up dryly.
Louie glared at her. "And I can't quit smoking. It's a habit. I know it's bad for me, I know I'm slowly killing myself! But here's the thing: I don't care. I don't give a shit about myself, and that's the truth!"
Lena noticed Louie's hot flashes of anger.
Huey, Dewey, and Louie had all inherited Donald's temper, with Huey being more severe on the matter. Louie, who constantly showed his annoyances 24/7, rarely got angry since there was nothing to really bottle up. Louie only got genuinely angry whenever someone started talking about a touchy topic like his mother or ex-girlfriend. Out of the three of them, Dewey was the most level headed and easygoing, though he too could get annoyed. Annoyed, but never too angry.
"I do." Lena said after a steely silence.
Louie laughed harshly. "Then you're wasting your time, sweetheart."
Lena scowled. "Stop hiding your emotions from me."
He didn't lose his smirk. "What? You want me to open up? To tell you that I'm a little shit who could barely take care of himself?! I-I'm a fucking weakling!"
She finally heard that crack of emotion that she'd been waiting for. "No you're not."
He laughed. "Oh yeah? I cried when I found out about my mom, I cried when Becky left for college, I cried in the shower last night thinking about my mom! My stupid mom who doesn't give a shit about me or my brothers, and my stupid mom who valued adventure over family."
He took out his pack of cigarettes and flung them across the kitchen, cigarettes tumbling out of the box as it sailed through the air, and finally onto the floor.
Then Louie buried his head in his hands, the way he always did when he was close to tears. "Fuck her. Fuck her. Everyone who gets close to me leaves me."
"I didn't." Lena said.
Louie glared at her. "Not yet."
There was a steely silence before Lena stood up and picked up the cigarettes. She tossed him one alongside his lighter, where it landed on his lap.
Lena seethed as she spoke, "I'm not talking to you. Not when you're like this. You either come talk to me when you realize that you're the most important person to me, or don't come at all!" Lena snapped.
With that, Lena stormed downstairs and slammed their room door. Louie stared at the lighter and cigarette on his lap, shocked.
"Lena! Wait!" he called out.
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Ooh, a cliffy! Find out what happens next on… whenever I decide to post the next chapter. Be patient, my bitches :)
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