Author's Note: This is Susan's POV from my other story, "The Eyes". If you haven't read that story, please read it before you read this one. Thanks. The conversation between Meg and Susan in the Golden Girls Double Feature episode gave me this idea. Both stories take place after the events of the second part of the Spanish Fly Invasion of Bikini Bottom review of The FanFic Critic.
Susan reached the entrance of the living room; she stopped and looked back at her unconscious wife on the couch. Meg looked neutral in her unconsciousness. Her breathing seemed to have slowed to a normal pace. It had been quick even after Susan had applied the pinch. She hadn't paid much mind at the time due to her anger towards Meg. Now, though... Susan frowned; she crossed the room and checked Meg's pulse. That was still a bit quick for Susan's liking.
I really, REALLY shouldn't have done that! Susan thought to herself angrily. She then carefully pulled back the collar of Meg's polo. Susan was relieved to see that the Vulcan Pinch she had roughly applied, thankfully, didn't leave a bruise. She still rubbed the spot gently, nonetheless, feeling guilty and silly for even being angry at Meg in the first place.
I will check on her after I watch and edit the episode. When she awakens, I will be sure to apologize. I completely overreacted by doing what I did. Susan kissed Meg on the forehead and then left the room. While she made her ascent up the stairs, Susan felt cold with a sudden dread. The Creator may retaliate against Meg. Susan quickly finished her ascent and went into their bedroom. She then pulled her cellphone out of her pocket and rang up The Creator. She was shocked when The Creator actually had picked up.
"Hello, Susan," The Creator said calmly. Susan clenched her jaw. She always hated talking to The Creator. She sounded like Meg but lacked her kindness.
"I am assuming that you are aware of what Meg did today?" Susan asked as calmly as she could. The Creator snorted.
"No shit. I am THE CREATOR. And you claim than MEG is the idiot!" She chuckled. Susan felt her blood boil with rage while she also felt ashamed at the same time. She took a shaky breath and kept herself in check. Meg depended on it.
"I am begging you to NOT retaliate against Meg. She did what she did to spare me," Susan pleaded. Silence answered her on the other end, "Please, I beg of you... I will do anything."
"Anything?" The Creator asked softly. Susan shuddered and clenched her jaw.
"Anything. You have my word."
"Done. You will be reviewing TWO Ace Oiler stories of my choosing in your next episode. Those should definitely make up for Meg's actions for today," The Creator said airily. Susan closed her eyes and took a deep breath. It would be worth it.
"Alright, then. Thank you, Creator," Susan replied.
"No problem... Oh, by the way..." The Creator added slyly, "I wasn't intending on retaliating against Meg. You did that for me by "teaching" her how to do a Vulcan Pinch."
Susan felt her blood boil once more as well as overwhelming guilt. It took all of her self-control to not snap. There was a pause on the other end of the line.
"Good, you are learning. Seriously, though, even if you hadn't lost your temper with her, I still wouldn't have retaliated against Meg. Chat again soon, FanFic Critic." With that, The Creator hung up. Susan slowly put her cellphone back into her pocket.
Bloody Creator... Susan stiffly sat down and opened up the editing software.
Meg gave Susan's hand a small squeeze before she slipped back into a deep slumber. Susan stared at her in utter shock. The muscle was still spasming under Susan's hand, which snapped her out of her staring. Susan got up and made a beeline for the kitchen to fetch the heating pad.
Did she wake herself up JUST to reassure me that she is okay? Even though her abdomen says otherwise. Bloody Hell, Meg...!
Susan put the heating pad in for two minutes this time. When it was done, Susan made her way back into the living room. Meg's face still looked pained but not as bad as it was when Susan first encountered her earlier. Susan placed the heating pad upon Meg's abdomen and then pulled the black polo down over it. Susan tucked the shirt into Meg's trousers, reaching underneath to tuck it in from behind as well. She wanted to make sure that the heating pad didn't fall out in case Meg shifted in her slumber. Susan then zipped Meg's hoodie back up and she took off Meg's hat and glasses. After pulling the comforter out from underneath Meg, Susan thoroughly wrapped it around her unconscious wife.
There. Even if she does move about, it should stay in place. I do hope that the heating pad stops the muscle spasms.
Susan woke up to the sensation of being kissed very intimately. She then realized that that was what was exactly happening. She moaned softly as Meg continued to gently eat her out. That was always the difference between the two of them; Meg was gentle where Susan was harsh. It wasn't always like that. Before the Phase Pistol incident, Meg could be very harsh. Susan still remembered when Meg had slapped her across the face after she had killed Arcangel Assassin. She rightfully deserved that. Meg would never do such a thing now, no matter what Susan would do.
She should have blasted ME with the Phase Pistol after she had found out about Earl's murder... Susan thought to herself. She couldn't keep her train of thought, though, because the sensation in her clitoris was getting more and more intense. She felt Meg's hands grip her hips. She began to massage them with her thumbs. It didn't take long for Susan's orgasm to occur. She was breathing heavily as she felt her lower layers being carefully pulled back up. When Meg had returned to her side, Susan let out a growl and pounced on Meg. She hungrily kissed Meg as her hands pulled up Meg's nightshirt. She massaged Meg's breasts as she planted frantic kisses on Meg's neck. Meg moaned when Susan gently massaged her nipples. Knowing that Meg was most definitely aroused, Susan traveled down Meg's body and began to work the pajama pants and panties down.
"Thought that I was going to let you wake me up like that and NOT pay you back, did you?" Susan growled, albeit playfully, when she pulled the clothing free from Meg's feet. She then parted Meg's legs and she began to massage the soft and wet flesh carefully with her fingers, "Not to worry, you will still be able to go to work, Dearie. You'll only feel like gelatin for the first half of your shift, though." Susan thoroughly massaged Meg down there until the first orgasm occurred. When it subsided, Susan eventually caused a second one to occur after intensely eating Meg out.
"I may need to call out today," Meg chuckled after she had caught her breath. She shakily got to her feet as Susan sat up and watched her.
"Are you okay? I meant what I said to be a joke, to be frank. Did I overdo it?" Susan asked, concerned. Meg pulled off her shirt and grinned at Susan.
"There is no such thing as "overdoing it", Sue. I am fine. That was amazing, honey," Meg said warmly, "I am going to take a quick shower. Are you staying in bed?"
"No, I will get up as well and make us some breakfast. Would you fancy some scrambled eggs and bacon, Love?" Meg grinned.
"You know me too well. Thank you, Sue."
"You're welcome, Dear." Susan watched Meg leave the room. She then slowly got up and stretched. Susan's thoughts were still on the events of the day prior as she made her way downstairs. She frowned as she washed her hands in preparation for making breakfast.
I NEED to be better about my temper. Yes, I may have come a long way from how I used to be, but yesterday was proof that The Creator was right about me "needing work". I couldn't bare it if I harmed Meg in anger again.
Susan quietly prepped breakfast as she swore to herself that she would master tempering one's mind as she had mastered the Vulcan Pinch. It was hard to master the pinch, and it will be hard to temper her mind, but she did make progress by biting her tongue TWICE with The Creator the day prior. With that thought in her head, Susan smiled.