Guest: Don't worry, they will in this chapter :)
Orochi: Hmm, you got numbers 3 and 4 correct :)
Boss Teal: I, unfortunately, haven't heard of it! But I'll look into it!
dalek117: Haha, I finally managed to surprise you! Hmm, that sounds like a good idea!
Guest: Just one of my quotes ;) and I would've liked to hear it! And nerp! That's how impulsive he is! And nah, I don't think Huey and Violet will break up… yet
Caetlyn27: You perfectly described how I was feeling when I wrote the last chapter XD
creatura726: Hey, I needed to! Hmm, sounds interesting! I'll give it a read!
riverajocabed1: *groans* I totally forgot that Heron existed. Thanks for reminding me :) and you already know I'm jabbing you back queeny. Exactly, that was Webby's mistake, but Dewey's mistake is a lot worse. I mean, would you rather join a gang or have a robot protect and watch you? Yep. I don't even know how they're going to fix this one. I don't know where Huey and Violet stand, but they won't be breaking up anytime soon. Violet has enough on her plate. Your little sister never fails to make me burst out laughing. I think Rockerduck might mess with Louie, no? I mean, it was Rockerduck's story that prompted Louie to even begin taking his schemes to the next level and work alongside Goldie. I can barely solve one side of a Rubix Cube. He knew what he was doing, I just helped him channel that energy so that he becomes a better author than he is now. And he's done just that! You could've came to Canada! Sure it's cold up here, there's a frost advisory in fucking mid-May, but you can never go wrong with cuddling and hot cocoa :) as for size, we'll see about it. Still haven't written it yet considering the situation is kinda tense. And nope, don't be worried about those boys. I'd burn those boys alive. Hmm, I wonder which of your friends wrote it!
StarSparkle14: You know it!
Guest: Can't tell you ;)
ReadyProductions: Hmm, the gang is described as anthropomorphic birds, but when I write about them, I'm using human terms like "lips" rather than "beak", so I honestly let the reader decide on how they want to view the characters. And in the first chapter, I described Violet as black :)
RANDOM: The Queen of Ducks had multiple people wanting to marry her before the age of 20. Well, her father needs to know that she needs to get married eventually, so he can't bury every boy. But she's 15, so I'd do the same thing. So she's an author in this universe too, huh? Jesus, that mother reminds me of every "Karen" out there. "Day and Night, you know what I mean" *shudders* For a scary moment, I thought I was the boy, and then sighed with relief when I saw that I wasn't. I sound vicious with a sword. "All I want is an adventure". I'm sure I'll get one if my father takes me with him. I'm wondering if we'll be enemies or if it'll be a love at first sight sort of thing. I can't wait for the next one :)
AJ: I have bad habits, and unfortunately, smoking's one of them. Don't worry, it's nothing too bad, just three times a day? I don't think Dalek has bad habits. This is interesting so far! Can't wait for the next one!
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Dewey groaned.
He had a pounding headache, his throat felt raw, and his stomach was in pain. But the absolute worst part was the fact that he remembered most of what happened last night, and it was painfully obvious he couldn't take any of it back.
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Huey's eyes fluttered open. Webby was still sleeping beside him. Her eyes were still swollen from crying, and her mouth was drawn in a slight frown. It killed him to see her so unhappy. Even while she was asleep she looked anything but peaceful. He stood up and gently moved Webby so that her head was on the pillows, careful not to wake her. She stirred as he put a blanket over her, and he gently kissed her forehead.
Huey walked towards Dewey's temporary room only to find it empty. He groaned. Dewey was impulsive enough, who knew what he'd do when he was angry as well. Huey decided to leave it alone. If he went back to the Deniers, then he might lose Webby and his brothers and friends' respect. It was his choice.
Instead, he walked back to his own room and found that Violet, Louie, and Lena were just waking up.
"Where were you? I got worried." Violet frowned.
He sighed, and wrapped his arms around her waist, drawing her in for a gentle kiss. "I was with Webbs."
Huey told them everything. By the end of it, Lena's face was red with anger, Violet was shocked, and Louie was wide eyed.
"Let's go find the little punk!" Lena snarled.
Violet put a hand on her shoulder to quell her anger. "Easy, Lena."
But Louie was taking it badly. "H-he drank alcohol?"
Huey pulled his younger brother in for a hug and rubbed his shoulder. Louie trembled in his arms. Upon seeing this, Lena's face softened, and she understood why Louie was so distraught—not too long ago, he was drunk and got jumped by the Beagle Boys. And despite knowing that he could've died, Dewey still chose to drink alcohol.
"I don't care if he drinks!" Louie spat venomously. "I care about the fact that he still chose to do it just to ease his pain!"
Violet gently set a hand on Louie's chest.
"We shouldn't put him in some villainous light. Lena, you of all people should know what that feels like." Huey said pointedly.
Lena scowled.
"Right now, our main job is to be there for Webby. We need to get her to her feet," Huey instructed. "You have to be patient with her. She's going through a lot, so there'll be a lot of tears."
Violet noticed Huey's sunken eyes, and softened—he had obviously not slept well.
"Rest up. We'll handle this." she said.
"I'm fine." Huey insisted.
"No you're not," Louie said. "Sleep, man. We'll handle this."
Huey sighed and did as he was told. The rest of the gang shut the door.
"Hold on… doesn't Reaper have a tracker on Dewey because of the bomb?" Lena remembered.
Violet pursed her lips. "I don't think that's such a good idea."
"It's better than nothing." Lena insisted.
Louie rubbed his temples. "No. Violet's right. There's enough fighting going on, and I don't want to be dealing with Dewey because we tracked him down. That'll make anyone angry."
The angry flash in her boyfriend's eyes told Lena that he was not to be questioned. Louie looked around and suddenly realized they all had somehow left Webby by herself. Knowing that she would wake up and be very upset to find herself alone, Louie began giving out instructions.
"Can you two go get freshened up and begin on breakfast? I'll check on Webbs."
Violet nodded. "Try to get her out of her bedroom. One confined space isn't healthy."
Louie nodded. "Thanks guys."
Louie breathed in a sigh of relief to see that Webby was just turning over and opening her eyes when he arrived. He asked her if she wanted breakfast, and Webby nodded yes as she rubbed her tired eyes blearily, but said she didn't want to come to the kitchen.
Louie narrowed his eyes slightly. "If you're worried you'll run into him, no one's seen him since last night."
Webby looked around the room before sighing. "I just want to stay here, Louie. Please."
"Okay," Louie said uncertainly. "We'll bring you breakfast then."
"Thank you," Webby said.
Webby was absolutely crushed, and he wished there was something more he could do.
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Later that day, things were still status quo in the Dewey and Webby situation. This was the biggest argument any of them had ever been involved in, and the air in the mansion was tense. Huey had woken up an hour ago, and he and Violet were preparing lunch. To make matters worse, all the adults were at Gyro's lab, making the silence more deafening.
"Dewey's home." Louie said, checking his phone.
Lena scowled.
"Who wants to take lunch, and who wants to take the other to Dew?" Violet asked.
Louie and Lena looked at each other.
"I'll take Webbs," they said in unison.
Violet sighed. "Fine. You can both go visit her. I'll take Dewey's."
"I'll come with you." Huey said.
"No," Violet frowned. "I'll go. Something tells me he doesn't want to see more than one person right now. I'll talk to him."
Huey sighed, but relented.
Violet picked up Dewey's lunch and tried to quell the nervousness in her stomach. She headed down to his temporary room, and lightly knocked on the door. There was no answer. She tried again. No answer.
"Dewey?" she called.
Violet heard something shifting inside and footsteps sluggishly padding to the door. Dewey unlocked the door and opened it slightly.
"What?" he asked, his voice sounding tired and strained.
"I brought you lunch," Violet said, holding out the tray.
"Thanks," he said blearily, opening the door a little wider.
He looked scruffier than Violet had ever seen him. He hadn't shaved, his hair was messy and sticking up every which way, and he wore a wrinkled white t-shirt with blue pajama pants. His feet were bare.
"Dewey," Violet began, concerned. "Are you okay?"
"Does it look like I'm okay?" he asked bitterly, taking the tray and setting it on his bed, picking at his lunch.
Violet hesitantly stepped inside his door.
"I just wanted to see how you were doing."
"Thanks for the food," Dewey said, ignoring her last statement.
Violet watched him for a moment. He didn't look up.
"Dewey, you have to apologize to her sometime. It's tearing her up inside."
"Vi," he sighed, sounding annoyed. "Did you come here just to yell at me?"
"No. I came to bring you lunch. But I also wanted to let you know that Webby's not doing too well. She hasn't come out of her room," Violet said.
Dewey grunted.
"Are you sorry at all?" Violet asked, getting a little annoyed at him herself.
Dewey grumbled. "Of course I'm sorry. Do you think I'm a heartless basstyrd?"
"The guys do," Violet answered. "I know you better than that, but they aren't very happy with you right now."
"Whatever," Dewey muttered.
"I would feel better if I at least saw some remorse," Violet said dryly.
"I do feel fucking remorseful, Vi! What do you want me to do? Waltz into Webby's room and say 'I'm sorry,' kiss and make up? It's not that simple."
Violet frowned. "You could at least try."
"Well, I can't," he muttered. "I hurt her too much."
"Listen. She's scared you two will break up." she said.
"That's ridiculous." he frowned.
"Exactly. You two are meant for one another, and I'm scared everything that you two had will be gone, because you're too stubborn to leave a gang!" she huffed and waggled her finger at him. "I understand why you're angry, but sending a robot after you is nothing compared to joining a gang of singing criminals, and then getting angry at Webbs for sending a robot to protect you, and then getting black out drunk!"
His eyes clenched shut for a moment and Violet sucked in a breath—he looked so hurt, confused, and remorseful all in one.
"Webby had her reasons for sending Reaper after you. Aside from that, you are, in no way, right." she snapped.
"I know that," Dewey said grumpily.
"Then why did you react the way you did?" Violet asked.
"I was just so mad that she sent a robot after me! The same robot who instilled a bomb inside of me!"
"Because she wanted to confirm her suspicions, which she did. She's very hurt that you were angry with her, and she's hurt that you kept secrets from her too, and then lied about it."
Dewey gave a small grunt for a response, gazing at his tray.
"Are you going to apologize to her?" Violet asked.
"Eventually," he said sullenly. "Thanks for the advice, Violet," Dewey said civilly, indicating that it was time for her to take her leave.
Violet shook her head. "I just might not intervene the next time Lena threatens to kill you," she snipped, heading out the door.
Dewey rolled his eyes and shook his head, bit back a retort, and punched his pillow after she had left.
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Lena couldn't stand the awkward silence any longer as the four moped on the couch.
"I hate this! Isn't there anything we can do?" she slapped her hands on the sofa cushion.
"We can't force Dewey to apologize, it has to naturally come from him," Violet said. The situation was hard on all of them.
"He's a prick for waiting this long," Lena said maliciously, crossing his arms.
"I agree," Louie spoke up as Violet moved to protest.
"Don't be so hard on him," she said. She was feeling guilty again for yelling at him, remembering that stab of absolute despair before he hid it beneath his anger again.
"Webby's the one who's getting the most hurt out of this situation," Lena said. "Are you taking his side now?"
"Lena…" Huey warned.
"No," Violet said defensively. "I'm not taking anyone's side. It's going to take one of them to crack before this situation can blow over."
"Dewey's the one that needs to apologize to Webbs," Lena said grumpily.
"Guys?" Webby asked timidly.
The three looked up. Webby was standing at the door. Her friends looked surprised but hopeful. It was a begin.
"Aw, hey, Webbs."
"Dewey…?" she asked, her bottom lip quivering.
Huey's yes softened as he reached out a hand for her.
"He hasn't left his room," he said, pulling her into a hug. "Don't worry about him; he'll come out when he's ready to."
"Oh," she said sadly.
She pulled out of his embrace and looked like she was going to retreat to her room again. They could all sense this, so Huey quickly thought of a way to make her stay, so they could cheer her up.
"Hey, how about we have a movie night?" he suggested.
"That sounds like a good idea," Louie said, nodding. "How about you pick, Webbs?"
Webby looked conflicted, like she wanted to go back to her room but also did not want to disappoint her friends. Finally she nodded and walked over to the case with the movie collection. Violet noted dimly that she hadn't seen Webby smile at all.
Webby made her selection and mutely handed it to Lena. She held her tongue when she noticed it was a total chick flick, but in an attempt to cheer her up they plopped it into the DVD system. Webby leaned up against Louie, his arm comfortingly around her, and Huey and Violet, and Lena snuggled next to them.
Halfway through the movie the door to the TV Room opened. The gang looked at each other, then at Webby, whose eyes had gone wide. Webby slowly turned around in her seat, the others fighting the urge to turn around as well.
Her body trembled when she pushed herself off the couch to stand in front of it, gazing behind her friends. She bit her bottom lip, wringing her hands.
Dewey shifted his gaze away from her for a moment, his hands clenched. Both paused, a sudden sort of tense moment passed where neither moved, neither knew exactly what to do. Dewey looked back up directly into her eyes and took a couple steps towards her. Webby hesitantly scooted around the couch and stood just behind it, her friends now too curious and turned around to watch. Dewey swiftly headed for her, scooped her up into his arms bridal style and carried her out the door, Webby's head buried in his shoulder and neck.
The gang looked at each other.
"Well… that's that, I guess. Hopefully they'll make up instead of fighting even more." Louie murmured.
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Dewey carried Webby all the way to his temporary room, and he could feel her body trembling and the shoulder of his shirt getting wet as she clutched her arms around him. He shifted Webby's weight so he could support her with one hand and open the door with the other. He hurried inside, and locked the door behind him before setting her down on his bed. He flicked the desk lamp on, casting a low, dim light.
Webby hunched over while she sat and her hands covered her eyes, desperately trying to keep a handle over the tears.
Dewey stood in front of her, his hands hovering by his sides, not quite sure just what he was feeling. He was still angry, but he also knew Webby needed reassurance that they weren't going to break up.
She couldn't bring herself to look up into his tense face as she brushed her wet cheeks, crying quietly.
"Webby," he said, a little sternly, and her tears intensified.
Dewey sighed, moved away and paced around the room.
"Look, I hate seeing you cry like this. I'm not mad at you anymore."
Webby glared at him.
"You're angry with me?!" Webby asked in disbelief.
Uh oh.
Her voice was wavering, but it was slowly becoming angry. Dewey ran a hand through his hair.
"Webby, yeah I'm angry, but not over the things you probably think I am."
"I can't believe this," she spat venomously. She stood up and pushed him onto the bed, standing over him. "Do you really think after almost joining a gang, sneaking out, and then lying about will put you in a position to lecture me?!"
"Webby!" he cried.
Webby avoided his gaze, and looked up to look blankly at the wall.
"Why are you so upset?" she half whispered.
"You didn't trust me!"
"For good reason, you asshole," she laughed harshly. "You really think you're justified, huh?"
"Yeah, I fucking do! It's my choice—"
"NO IT'S NOT!" she roared.
He shrunk, and she jabbed his chest with her finger.
"I sent Reaper after you because I was getting suspicious! You were leaving the mansion for multiple hours, returned home late, and then you were more distant than ever!" she snarled. "And when you came back, you lied to my fucking face! How, on gods earth, are you justified?!"
"Because you sent the very same robot, who instilled a bomb inside me, to follow me! And then you have the guts to say you're beginning to trust it more than me?!" he snapped.
"That's not the point! You're involving a completely different story so you have some sort of point! The bomb doesn't matter, Dewey!"
"Whatever." he grunted, knowing that she was right.
She growled. "Why did you fucking lie about it?"
"Listen, I'm sorry for lying, I truly am, and I lied so you would stop asking me about it. I… I was worried you would be mad at mad at me," he cried.
"Well, congratulations! You did just that! Even though I hate the fact that you're hanging out with the Deniers, you could've at least told me! I thought we trusted each other."
"I do trust you!"
"Well obviously you didn't, because you still lied to me, Were you ever gonna tell me?" she growled angrily.
Dewey drew his hands up to his chest, hurt by her words. "I would have eventually, when I thought the time was right. Clearly it was not the right time now."
"Screw that, Dewey. I'm angry that you kept this from me for this long."
His lips began to snarl. He was beginning to get angry himself. The fight was one sided at the moment but he was tired of just getting yelled at.
"You don't trust me either!" he snarled.
"For good reason! I never sent Reaper to solely track you down! I've never been that type of girlfriend! I've given you so much freedom, I don't hover over you!"
She took a deep breath. "I wanted to make sure that you were safe."
"Webbs…"
"I'm giving you an ultimatum. It's either the gang or me."
Silence.
Webby lowered her head. She turned away from him and sat on the edge of his bed, her back towards him. She breathed heavily for a moment, wiping at the tears on her face.
"You can be a real bitch sometimes," he said maliciously.
Webby stiffened and stood up. "This argument is over. I can't believe you're taking the time to think about seriously joining a gang over me, your brothers, your friends, and your family. Goodnight."
She moved to stomp over to the door. Before she could leave or even react Dewey forcefully grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back onto the bed.
"Don't touch me," she snapped as he stood seething in front of her, while she rubbed her arms where he had gripped her. Her eyes narrowed.
"I don't fucking care how mad you are, you're not going anywhere until we straighten this out," he snarled.
"You are making that impossible." she snapped.
"Well so are you." he retorted.
"Why? Because I am standing up for myself? Because I care about your wellbeing and future? Because, here's a good one, I don't want you to join a fucking gang?!" she snapped.
Dewey quieted for a moment. He was supposed to be apologizing to her, it was what he originally intended, not this argument. He growled and began pacing. Webby watched him move about the room in agitation, mumbling to himself. She still absently rubbed her arms, feeling absolute fury and hurt that he refused to understand sit in her chest like a heavy weight. He was so furious, so upset over the ultimatum. Webby shook her head and looked down.
She sighed, and the tears began to rim her eyes again.
"Dewey…" she called softly, the anger and bitterness leaving her voice, distress filtering in. "If we can't work through this… I don't know if there will even be a 'we' to fix!"
Upon hearing her words, Dewey immediately felt like he had been sucker punched in the stomach and stabbed in the chest. He was not expecting her to say that. His pacing instantly stopped and he whirled around to look open mouthed at her.
"What?! But Webby—" he sputtered.
"You are very angry, and I don't feel that we have much trust in one another at this moment, and relationships are built upon the trust. Dewey," she said sadly.
"Webbs… no…" he said weakly, his face slack. He panicked and his heart constricted at the thought of what she was saying. "We've had fights before and we've been fine, we've worked through them. That's what we're doing right now," he insisted.
She shook her head again, a tear escaping down her face. "We've never had an argument this huge before, and were not solving anything, we are only arguing."
"But we… we'll work through it," he said in a small voice, suddenly coming and kneeling next to her at the foot of the bed. "You can't just give up."
"I'm not. I'm saying we should apologize before we have done too much damage, if we have not already."
"No, no Webby, don't say that…"
"Dewey," she began sadly.
"Webbs, please," he said, taking her hand, squeezing it with almost a death grip.
His mouth was saying things to her, reasons why she should stay, why they shouldn't break up. He was barely aware. It was just a stupid fight. A stupid petty fight that he had caused, he had let get so out of control…
Inside the dam had broken, and the flood of emotions he had been holding back assaulted him all at once, making his head spin and the room darken for a moment as the reality of the situation finally hit home. He stopped his babbling and held his hands over his face, sat back and rested his elbows on his knees.
It hurt. It hurt so much.
He heard Webby sigh. "Dewey?"
"I don't want to break up," he said shakily.
She didn't reply, but he heard her shift uncomfortably.
"Please Webby…"
"Dewey, I—"
"I'm sorry."
Her answer was slow. "I… am sorry too."
"I didn't mean for this to get so out of control. I get… upset when things are out of my control."
For the first time he managed to hug her so tight that she was the one who could barely breathe.
She sniffled into his shoulder.
He shook his head sadly as Webby pulled away.
"I am so sorry I yelled at you…" he said, his voice wavering. "You should hate me. I was a complete… bastard, and you shouldn't—"
Webby shook her head. "I do not hate you."
"No wonder you wanted to break up."
"Dewey stop—" she warned.
"I don't deserve you at all." he spat.
"Dewey!"
She shook his shoulders. Dewey was still recovering, trying to process everything. His entire body felt broken and bruised, even worse than any real injury he had ever sustained. More questions, now that he knew everything was linked.
"Did you go back after our fight?"
He finally managed to speak. "No. I just wanted to get away for a little bit, Webby. I was walking along the ocean by the shore, to think things over. I finally decided that I was drawing things out too long and that we should just get the argument done and over with. I never for a minute thought that you would think that we should break up." His voice was panicked at the end.
She shook her head. "I don't want to break up."
"I don't either," he said quickly.
She emitted a slight sigh and sat back on the bed.
"…You were so… angry…" she stared blankly, rubbing her index finger in circles on the bedspread.
Dewey clenched his eyes shut again, feeling like the lowest creature on Earth. He got up, unable to face her. But he had to explain. She had opened up so much; he owed her.
"Webby… I was angry, but I wasn't actually… angry…"
"But, I do not understand…"
Dewey's gaze went up to the ceiling. "You have no idea how much it hurt me when you said you didn't trust me anymore. I did lie to you. I shouldn't have lied or drank."
She sighed. "It was mean of me to yell. You might've lied. You were scared, and I probably gave you reason to be," she said sadly.
"No, you did not, Webbs please," he insisted. "I don't need them. I should've known that you all are my friends and you all love me. I'm so sorry Webby…"
"Dewey, please, I forgive you…"
"I really shouldn't be."
"You are." she insisted.
He shook his head, crossing to sit on the bed and hanging his head into his hands. "You've been through so much, and all I did was yell at you and hurt you more."
Webby looked down. Her bottom lip trembled as she knelt in front of him and placed her hands on his shoulders. She drew in several hiccup breaths, sobs began to come, tears spilling over her cheeks.
He hugged her to him fiercely, pulled her up so she was straddling his lap, kissed her face, stroked her cheek.
"And about that ultimatum… I'd shrivel up and die without you," he smiled, a tear streaking down his cheek too.
She laughed, breaths catching in her throat before she kissed him soundly. He broke away and kissed her cheek, pecked at her neck, roamed his hands over her shoulders and arms. He nuzzled her collarbone, his lips traveling over her skin in an attempt to make up for everything they had missed the past day. Webby leaned her head back, letting him get his fill.
There was a haze, and suddenly she realized he was calling her name, saying something to her.
"Hmm, what?" she murmured.
He grinned. "Lost you for a moment there."
"Sorry," she said sheepishly.
He chuckled again, reattaching his mouth over hers, until after a few moments of passionate lip lock he was leaning her back on the bed, stroking his fingers through her hair as his tongue teased. That hazy film was back, like she was suddenly in a dream. Her toes and fingers tingled as she felt his hands caressing over her stomach, flitting down her thighs. The kisses became intense, his hands roaming everywhere.
He was whispering something but she didn't quite comprehend it, her eyes serenely closed. She felt her shirt pushing up, felt warmth and breath creeping up her body, her fingers finding silky light hair.
She moaned when she felt his mouth close over her, arched her chest into him, gripped his hair as his fingers came up to tease too.
She leaned her head back, purely enjoying the sensations he was washing over her, the love she felt for him. She cracked her eyes open slightly as he was maneuvering her shirt, guiding her arms through the sleeves, pulling it over her head. Her hands reached out just as eagerly for his shirt, removing it from him just as quickly. She slid her palms over his chest, impatient when his fingers fumbled for the back of her bra. She lifted her body up, waited for him to untangle it from her arms before she hastily returned her attention to his skin.
His hands explored her just as fervently, his lips running over her neck, her collarbone, her chest. She could sense it wasn't enough, the need they both felt was growing, was pushing their bodies into a blurry fog.
She barely realized that his fingers were slipping underneath her shorts, and were pulling them down and off her legs. She raised herself up a little to help him, her panties soon followed.
She gasped and grabbed the comforter when she felt his fingers slip into her, his thumb caressing her outside, gently exploring as he slid his body alongside hers. She writhed as he found good places to touch, places that made her body jump or made her moan.
Her face frowned as his fingers slid away and she grabbed his shoulders, wiggled her bottom and emitted a frustrated noise.
He grinned and slid his body on top of her, hovered his lips over hers. She wriggled, impatient. Her mouth dropped open and a searing tingle shot through her as he slid down her body. She arched her back and gasped at the completely new sensations rocking her. His warm mouth and tongue slid over her skin as she gripped his hair.
She curled her legs around him and rolled her head back, shuddering as he licked that sensitive spot, making her body jolt with pleasure. She was unable to think coherently, her body light. She could have sworn she was floating, even though her back was still pressed against his soft comforter. Her breath came in gasps and she wasn't conscious of the sounds she made.
When he slithered back up the air felt cool where his hot mouth had once been. She grabbed his shoulders and pulled him to her, his lower half nestling between her legs naturally. She pushed herself against him with a moan as he continued to kiss along her neck and jaw.
She tugged on the waistband of his pants and waited restlessly for him as he drew away from her and threw off the remainder of his clothes. He crawled back over her, her legs wrapping around his waist and pulling him close, pressing him against her inner lips. Her body jumped at the contact and suddenly the haze cleared slightly for both of them, it became very real as he looked into her green eyes and took in the sheer desire filtering through them. She looked back into those lusty eyes and marveled at the fact that she had never wanted something so badly before. She was pulsing, aching from his pause. She felt so empty, the need for him overwhelming. She breathed in an impatient sigh and wiggled her hips.
"Dewey, please," she pleaded with a moan.
Her words uttered with so much passion and desire sent his head spinning as he poked and prodded for a minute, barely conscious of what he was doing, before finally getting it right and sliding carefully inside her.
"Oh!" Webby breathed, rolling her head back and closing her eyes. The sensation of him filling her completely was euphoric, so amazing and different than anything she had ever experienced. It was immediate satisfaction.
Sure they had sex before, but this time felt different. Webby curled her legs around his waist then and let him set the pace, just let him rock against her as each time he ebbed away and came back sent her body into an ecstatic haze.
He began to gain momentum, the slow motions of before suddenly were not satisfying enough, and she pushed against him, urging him to go faster. She gripped his shoulders and buried her face into his neck, then somehow their lips met for a searing kiss.
She couldn't help the sounds that escaped her, pants and cute moans which intensified to a cry when he snaked a hand to where they were joined.
Oh. Oh that felt good. She was writhing beneath him now, his fingers sliding over her, making her body jolt against him. She could feel something rising in her, a burning sensation that wanted to be fulfilled, needed to be released, shifting beneath his fingertips.
His movements were fast and hard, his hand rubbing at her furiously and she felt something building inside her, emotions began to soar. And then she hit that peak. Her body went tense; she cried out and grabbed his shoulders, her previous feather like touches turned to nails digging into his skin. She began to shudder involuntarily as her eyes clenched shut, her toes curled into the sheets and her fingers tingled as a wave of pleasure washed over her entire body.
Hearing her cries and moans and the way she clutched at him was all it took to send him over the edge. She felt his body stiffen and a moan poured from the back of his throat as he stroked against her powerfully.
That edge was reached and they both came down from the climax, flopped flat to the bed, completely satisfied and energy expended.
They panted, chests heaving, and Webby found that her entire body felt extremely heavy, which was odd since just a moment before she had felt light as a feather. She tried to lift her hand but it flopped listlessly back onto the bed; control over her limbs seemed minimal.
Dewey's face was buried in her neck, his heavy breath tickling her shoulder. He hadn't tried to move, just sat there and pressed her against the bed. One erratic hand stroked through her hair. It seemed he had just as little control over his limbs, too.
After a few minutes of cuddling, Dewey finally lifted his head and kissed her on the cheek.
"That was amazing," he sighed, finally coherent enough to speak.
Webby still looked dreamy. He chuckled and cradled her head and shoulders in his arms.
"I love you, Webby," he said huskily, pecking her on the lips, stroking a thumb over her cheek.
She smiled sweetly. "I love you too."
He kissed her again, savoring the sensation of being close. Still so much pain, but he couldn't love her more in that moment.
"We should probably get cleaned up, huh?" he said eventually.
She put her arms around his shoulders and wiggled on him.
"Maybe. But I like staying this way," she purred.
He grinned. "Then we'll just have to do it again."
Her eyes gleamed. "That sounds wonderful."
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Now we have to wait for the other half of season 3 to come out. Oh joy.
—Jordan