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Onwards!

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Lena gently raked her hands through his light hair with her nails. Louie shuddered at the contact, and held her tighter.

"Lena…" he moaned, wanting more.

Lena dragged him towards the bed and she nuzzled him affectionately. Silent actions expressed what both of them wanted.

"I don't want anything to change between us." she murmured, trying hard to fight his sudden urges.

"I'm not going to act any different." he said, his breath tickling her ear.

They could feel each other's body heat radiating as they drew closer. When their lips were near enough to feel each other's breath, their eyes closed. There was passion in their kiss. Their arms found their way around each other again. Soon her hands found their way under his top. After a moment feeling the muscles beneath his skin, she lifted the shirt up and over his head. He was now clad only in his black boxer shorts.

What came next could only be described as the best feeling in the universe…

Lena woke up with a start, breathing heavily. She was blushing, her legs tingling at the mere thought of Louie. She gently placed her hand over her heart, trying to stop her heart from racing erratically.

"It was just a dream, Lena. Shut up." she grumbled to herself.

Louie was softly snoring next to her. She finally took a deep breath and managed to calm herself down. She pulled her black bathrobe over her sweatpants and tank top. Lena went upstairs to the kitchen and poured herself a cup of coffee. It was around 6AM, and the sun was starting to rise, so she went outside. There was a cool breeze that made her hair lightly whip around. The tide was gently lapping against the shore and tentative streaks of sunlight illuminated the sky. Lena caught her breath: it was absolutely beautiful. She sometimes forgot how powerful nature was.

She sighed contentedly: she really was going to miss this place.

Lena sipped her coffee, and watched as the sun rose. Early morning bikers and joggers were starting to emerge, and there was one surfer, though why exactly he was surfing at dawn remained a mystery.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" a sudden voice said behind her.

Lena jumped. "Huey!"

The eldest triplet leaned against the doorway and chuckled at Lena's fright.

"I'm sorry," he apologized.

Lena smacked him and Huey just grinned. He sat on the chair next to her and sipped his morning tea. There was a comfortable silence between the two friends, until Huey spoke.

"6AM? Coffee? I think we need to talk."

Lena mentally cursed. She hated when Huey was so observant.

"Well," Lena sighed. "you're right."

She wanted some advice, especially after her dream.

"But it's a secret though."

Huey smiled, setting his tea down. "I take that it was something Louie related."

Lena groaned. "He's the fucking problem."

She looked down at her hands and Huey watched them shuffle and fidget. She'd be lying if she said it was disappointing to find out that it was just a dream. She had been elated when she thought that she and Louie might've been involved romantically. She wanted to talk to him about her feelings for him but she never found the words or courage to.

"Talk to me, Lena. What's wrong?" Huey said, taking her hand in a brotherly fashion.

"I think I like Louie. Like… really like him." she muttered.

Why was it so easy to tell Huey and not Louie? Well, perhaps because Huey was not the one she had a crush on: they would not be together. But that didn't stop him from turning pale and eyes going wide. Lena groaned. If that was Huey's reaction, image Louie's!

Lena rambled. "A-and I don't know how to tell Louie and you're freaking out which means he will definitely freak out and it shouldn't be this hard and at this point—"

She was cut off by a very sudden and very tight hug. Lena actually smiled, and relaxed for the first time in days. She wasn't a hugger, but Huey's hugs were always needed.

"God, Lena. Do you know how long we've been waiting for you to admit that you like him?!" Huey pressed.

"Actually?" she asked incredulously.

"What do you mean 'actually'? Of course, Lena, Louie's my brother, you're one of my best friends." he said.

"I guess I'm just nervous."

Huey moved to kneel in front of her, and she saw the earnest in his eyes.

"About what?" he asked gently.

"About what?" she repeated. "About everything! Louie will lose his mind—"

"Why?"

"Because—because he's going to be completely caught off guard, and I don't want to ruin our relationship, and—"

"Lena."

Huey took her hands again gently, but with purpose. When she refused to look up, he put a few fingers beneath her chin and pushed up until her eyes met his.

"No one is going to make a better couple than you and Louie," he said very plainly. "Louie was born to be a troublemaker, and you… ah somewhat keep him in check. You were always leading us, making sure we had as much fun as possible. You've always been caring, and Louie needs someone like that in his life, and same to you."

Lena smiled. It was surprising how deep Huey could be when he wasn't telling stories about nature or ranting about the JWG. But he had more than a point.

"Tell him soon, Lena. If you don't, I can't guarantee I can keep quiet for long," he laughed.

Lena smiled, and hugged Huey again.

"Thank you, Huey."

He squeezed her back. "You're welcome, Lena."

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Dewey let out a content sigh, quietly listening to the happy chirping of the birds, watching the sun slowly rise into the sky, ready to finally go home.

Webby on the other hand, glared angrily towards the outside world, the insistent chirping of the bird creatures annoying her to no end and making the pounding of her head even worse than it already had been. The sun was unusually pretty today which meant it was a brightness that Webby did not need right now.

Dewey chuckled at his girlfriend, trying his hardest not to coo over how adorable she looked with dead tired eyes, head placed sideways on the diner room table,

"Looks like Ms. Vanderquack got a little too carried away at the barbecue last night." Dewey teased.

Webby playfully glared at her boyfriend, giving him a reassuring smile that she wasn't actually mad at him, just really wishing the headache would disappear.

"I warned you Webby. You can't handle your alcohol but no, someone didn't listen to me" Dewey cockily smirked her way.

Webby stuck her tongue out at him before gripping her head tightly, moaning in discomfort as it pounded like a drumline in a marching band

"I'm Webby Vanderquack!" Webby whined, letting out an annoyed grunt at the sound of her own voice causing the headache to worsen. "I should be able to handle a hangover!" She lowered her voice, now having remembered why she wasn't supposed to yell "I mean, I have a high tolerance to alcohol!"

Dewey shook his head at Webby. " I don't think your tolerance was prepared for 10 shots in a row."

"Ugh, Lena challenged me! What was I supposed to do? Not win?"

Dewey tried to suppress his laugh but was failing horribly. "Webby, you should've known better!"

Webby opened and closed her hand like it was talking, clearly mocking her boyfriend scolding.

"Ugh, Dewey!" Webby flinched at the sound of her own voice "When is it going to stop?" she murmured as quietly as she could.

He handed her an Advil and some water.

"According to my you watch, 3...2...1"

As soon as she swallowed the pill, Webby sat upright, her grouchy demeanor replaced with her usual, cheerful self.

She let out a yawn and stretched her aching body, letting out a joyful laugh before smacking her lips together in an attempt to rehydrate her mouth.

"Much better." she said with a Cheshire grin.

Dewey shook his head in disbelief, envious that she could just recover from a hangover from just one Advil. No coffee, no water, no food. Just complain and then take the Advil and poof! Cured.

"That's right," Webby said with a knowing grin. "Be jealous."

"I am," Dewey admitted, standing up and grabbing the now empty cup. "You get drunk, get cured the moment you take an Advil. I am incredibly jealous."

Webby let out a content sigh, completely dazed by how handsome her boyfriend looked.

"Are you going to keep checking me out or are you going to kiss me already?" he teased, winking at her before laying flat on his back, arms outstretched and motioning for her to come closer.

Webby could feel her heart beat wildly at the sight of her boyfriend. She plastered a false look of annoyance as she leaned over Dewey, his arms wrapping around her waist. Webby surged forward, pressing her lips against his in a passionate kiss. Dewey melted into the kiss, pulling at her hips and drawing Webby in closer before deepening the romantic gesture.

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Louie was packing his things, enjoying their room for the last time: he wasn't going to see the old place for a while. He made sure everything was clean, and nothing was left behind. After checking it for the third time, Louie closed the door behind him and went upstairs where the rest of the gang were eating breakfast.

"Hey guys." Louie smiled. "I'm going to miss this place."

"We are too, but don't worry, Lou. We can always visit during the summer." Huey said sympathetically, handing him a breakfast burrito.

Louie accepted the burrito, and spoke up. "So who's driving?"

"It's a four hour drive," Webby said. "I'll drive our car for two hours, and Dewey can drive for the rest. If any of you guys went to come with us, that's fine."

Lena snorted. "And listen to your weird 70's music? Hard pass, Webbs."

Louie jingled the car keys. "We're the fun car." he smirked, high-fiving Lena.

Dewey scoffed. "I am offended!"

Webby sweetly kissed his cheek. "You did sleep the entire ride coming here."

Dewey frowned. "I remember it differently."

As Dewey and Webby argued, Louie thought about Lena. Their friendship had taken a huge step in the week they spent at the cabin, and he was grateful for it. It helped him learn a lot about her.

Louie glanced at his best friend, who was chatting with Violet, and he softened. She hadn't once treated him poorly on the trip, even when they had their fight a few days ago. She listened to his stories, never interjecting, only listening to his hurt and betrayal, especially when it came to his mother. That's all she ever did: listen to him.

But, Louie learned that she was hesitant to express her own problems, fearing that she'd come off as ridiculous and unnecessarily bitter compared to his problems. Louie cursed. How could he have not noticed?

Lena caught his eye. "Hey."

"Hey," Louie smiled. "So… I woke up alone this morning."

"Yeah…" Lena murmured. "I just wanted to enjoy the cabin, y'know?

Louie knew that was a lie and gave her a questioning look. She gave him a look that meant that she needed to talk to him alone and he nodded.

"Alright. Let's leave." Huey announced.

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They got home the next day in the middle of the afternoon. Lena went back to the amphitheater so that she could unpack and wind down. She also needed some alone time. Lena promised that she'd visit sometime before the March break ended. They had Saturday and Sunday left, and then it was time for school.

The McDuck kids, along with Violet, went back to McDuck Manor. Huey, Violet, Dewey, and Louie were in their room, unpacking when Donald came running into the room tackling them into a hug.

"I missed you, boys." Donald said.

They laughed. "We missed you too, Uncle Donald."

Donald pulled away. "How was your trip?"

"It was amazing, I've never had so much fun." Dewey smiled.

"Hello, Violet." Donald nodded, holding out his hand.

"Hi, Mr. Duck." she greeted.

"Call me Donald!" he insisted, squeezing her hand so tight that Violet was about to cry out in pain.

"Okay." she laughed nervously.

Donald smiled and left the room. Huey inspected her hand and Violet winced.

"It'll wear off." he smiled.

Violet smiled. "A kiss would make it feel better."

Huey smiled, and kissed her hand. Dewey elbowed Louie, and together, they left the room quietly, softly shutting the door behind them. Huey's lips trailed up her arm and stopped at the base of her neck. He suckled softly and Violet stifled a moan.

"Huey…" she gasped.

Huey lifted her and pressed her up against the wall, his kisses becoming more and more urgent. Violet grabbed his hat and threw it aside, running her fingers through his soft hair. Huey growled, moving down to kiss her neck, making her moan.

She felt a streak hit her low in her belly at the sight of his love drunk expression. There was definitely a powerful sense of lust behind his lidded eyes and she could feel his tension growing exponentially.

"Vi…" he managed.

She tipped her head back against the wall and closed her eyes as Huey moved his body against her desperately. She tippy-toed slightly to take her full weight off of him and he used his free hand to slide it up her thigh under her skirt. In one slick motion he slipped her panties aside and two fingers were buried inside her.

She gasped. They've never gone this far before.

Violet shakily moaned and for the second time he took her breath away, catching in her throat. She moved her hips in time with his hand and his head spun when her throaty voice mumbled in her ear telling him:

"This… this could be me soon, Huey. N-not right now, of course… but soon."

"Yeah?" he murmured. "Really? I don't want to rush you, Violet."

In a daze she nodded, gripping his shoulders. "I trust you."

He groaned, pushing against her harder, cupping a breast firmly with his other hand.

"Don't stop," she whimpered when she felt his hand start to slide away.

"I'm just getting started," Huey growled.

"Huey, I…" Scrooge said, opening the door.

He paled when he saw the two. Huey immediately set Violet down and blushed crimson. Violet hid behind Huey, praying that they did not just get walked in on by the richest duck in the world.

"I… Ms. Beakley… you know what? I'm just going to… ah… leave." Scrooge managed, closing the door behind him.

Huey glanced at Violet, who was obviously trying not to laugh.

"Not a word." Huey warned.

"I wasn't going to say anything, Hubert."

Huey watched as Violet unbuttoned the top two buttons of her shirt, slyly climbing the ladder to his bunk.

"Huey, I—"

Huey was on top of her in an instant and she let out a muffled laugh as he crashed his lips on top of hers.

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And that wraps up chapter 11! Review or else I will find your family and… give them all hugs… and that's worse than anything else :0

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—Jordan