No Time to Waste
by TheRealXenocide
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Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, settings, or anything else you recognize from the show Lizzie McGuire. The plot, at it's base, has been around since Homer, and this variant since Henry Ford. However, this is the first I've seen it applied to Lizzie.
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A/N: This is the first chapter that has part of it removed from the main body, the removed part entered elsewhere. This is because the removed section, in my opinion, requires an 'R' rating. Therefore, instead of raising the rating of the entire story, I have taken that scene out of the chapter you see here, and loaded it separately with the 'R' rating I believe it warrants. While the scene is not necessary to follow the story, I have marked in the main chapter where it would go, so that you may read the entire chapter in the order I intended.
A/N: Personal Notes:
keeponwritin: The Lord of the Rings reference is from early in the first book. It's one of the things Bilbo tells Gandalf to explain why he's leaving Bag End.
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Chapter 37
Human Animal, Human Heart
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"Are you sure you're going to be okay?" Jo asked Matt again.
They'd spent the last half hour going round-and-round, Jo trying to figure out what Matt and Miranda had decided, Matt and Miranda trying to reassure her that they had a plan without telling her exactly what it was.
"I think so. We'll each talk to Dr. Gordon when we see him tomorrow, but for right now, we have some ideas to try to reduce the stress we've been under, and a quiet stroll in the park is first on the list."
"I had thought about taking Lily with us," Miranda added, "but when I called mom, she said she was taking her shopping for clothes. Add to that the fact that we'll have plenty of time to play with her next week, and we decided that today should be for us." That was the truth, as far as it went.
"Besides, if the Gordons agree to dad's idea for a meeting today, I'd rather not be in on that."
Jo had to smile at her son's remark. "I guess I can't blame you for that. I just hope Lizzie doesn't keep overreacting."
"I can't blame her." Miranda said. "I don't think she'll be at ease until there are some answers about what happened to him."
"I know, and I think you're right about that. We'd all feel better if we knew something." She returned her focus to Miranda. "If I agree to let you two spend the day alone, I'll be putting a lot of trust in you, young lady."
"I know. All I can do is make you the same promises I have before."
Jo's shoulders sagged. "I suppose asking for more would be asking too much."
"Do you really want me to answer that?"
"I don't think I'm ready for that." She surprised Matt and Miranda when a slight smile started forming on her face. "You do realize that this will be your first date." She barely contained her laughter at the looks on their faces. "Think about it. The only other time you two were out alone together, it was specifically to exercise your legs. That's not a date, that's physical therapy. Today, it's "a quiet stroll in the park" and "today should be for us". If that isn't a date, what is?"
The pair looked at each other for a second, then started laughing. "So much for waiting for our one month anniversary." Miranda managed.
"At least it's easy for a date in the park to go unnoticed by others." That old schemer's look crossed his face. "Besides, we can take care of some business while we're there. Then if anyone asks, we can say that's the reason we're there."
"I'd like the idea if I knew what you were talking about." Miranda told him, clearly puzzled. "What business?"
"Remember the party? If we're going to have it in that pavilion area this time of year, we'll need to reserve one of them in advance. I'm not old enough, but you are."
"I was going to do that tomorrow," Jo said, "but if you two want to do that today, I'd be grateful."
"Consider it done."
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Meanwhile, in the living room, Sam had just hung up with Mr. Gordon. Lizzie was also there, insisting on being in on this call. Much to Lizzie consternation, the Gordons agreed to have the two families get together at their home. Not for the first time, Sam pointed out the differences between this meeting and Matt's talk with Miranda's father. "He'll have you and his parents right there with him, and he'll have 'home-field advantage'. If all that doesn't put him, and you, at ease, nothing will. I already told you I approve of him. But there are some things we need to talk about."
"But did it have to be today?"
"And when would you have approved?" He said that with enough of a caring smile that even Lizzie couldn't pout. Much. "Lizzie, I know you're both smart kids. But you said it yourself, even Gordo thinks we need to talk about you going on birth control." She still looked skeptical. "Look at it this way. The earlier we come to understand each other, the less likely it is there will be tension between us as your relationship develops."
"I guess so."
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"David, you really need to relax." His mother was torn between concern and amusement as he sat on the couch, he's hacky sack flashing between his hands in a blur. "They've known you all your life. Sam has always respected you, and as I recall, Jo helped Lizzie when she finally opened up to you."
"But this is different. This is the first time I've talk to him since Lizzie and I became a couple. And if they're so sure about me, why hide this business about Lizzie going on birth control?"
"Because you're still teenagers. We all remember what that's like. You said talking to them about this was your idea. I think they will take that as a good sign." She sat next to him, and gently grasped his hands in hers, stopping the hacky sack. "David, I don't think there's anything you could do to make this go badly, except panicking. If Sam wanted this to be a confrontation, he'd talk to you one-on-one, and probably at their house. Instead, he and Jo are coming to you, and you'll have Lizzie, your father, and me. All his idea."
"I know. It's just . . . I don't know."
"If you didn't have some nervousness, I'd be worried about you. Trust your mother. You'll be fine."
"I hope so."
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Miranda still couldn't believe her luck. Somehow, she and Matt had gotten out of the house without either Lizzie or Mrs. McGuire commenting on her outfit. She understood Matt's concern about going unnoticed. He didn't trust himself yet. So, she had selected an outfit that, for her, qualified as conservative. However, it wasn't what she wore that she was worried about them noticing, but what she wasn't wearing. Luckily for her, Lizzie was still uptight about the coming meeting, and Jo was busy trying to help her to relax. So it was with less than expected fanfare that she and Matt left for the park after an early lunch. Both were surprised by how nervous they were, with Jo's two words ringing in their heads, both in joy and dread.
First Date.
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It was 12:30 when the McGuires arrived at the Gordon home. "Hello, Sam, Jo. How are you, Lizzie?" Mr. Gordon welcomed them at the door.
"I'm doing okay." Lizzie answered, though her mind was obviously elsewhere.
Mr. Gordon's smile widened at her distraction. "He's in the living room with his mother. I believe you know the way, Lizzie. I'll join you in a moment."
When they got to the room, Lizzie made a beeline for Gordo. He had moved to the love seat, and left a place for Lizzie to sit to his right. Mrs. Gordon was in on of the two chairs. "We left the couch for you" she told Sam and Jo.
"From what he said yesterday, I thought Matt was going to be part of this." Gordo added.
"Before last night, I think he would have." Sam answered as he and Jo sat down.
"What happened?" Gordo's face showed his concern.
"Miranda's nightmare got worse." Jo answered. Gordo and his mother were alarmed by that. "They spent most of the morning talking it out between them. When they came out, they said they had a plan, but wouldn't give any details, except that part of it involved a quiet stroll in the park, which is where they are now."
"As protective as Matt is with her, I'm surprised I didn't get a call." Dr. Gordon said as he sat in the empty chair.
"They said they'd talk to you at their meetings tomorrow, but they felt they needed to learn to deal with this on their own."
Mr. Gordon smiled. "They may have told you together, but I suspect it was Miranda's idea. Coming to me for help has been his idea just about every time they have, and she's the only one who can curb his protectiveness of her."
"So," Gordo said smiling, "while I'm about to face the music, Matt's on his first real date with Miranda." He turned to his father. "Did they do the right thing, trying to do this by themselves?"
"The reason they've been together at night is so they can help each other. The truth is that they needed to take this step, at a time they felt ready for it." A look of concern crossed his face. "Although the fact they kept most of their plan secret is a possible problem. It could mean that it includes some increase in physical intimacy. I hope they can control themselves."
"I was afraid of that," Jo replied, "but what can we do? You've made the risks in separating them clear, and I have to agree. But I'm worried. Are they moving too fast?"
"I honestly don't know." He admitted. "Under normal conditions, I'd suggest stronger intervention by you and her parents together. But I think we can all agree that this situation isn't normal, and needs to be handled with care." They all showed their agreement in various ways. "That being said, I do believe that you should stay involved. Be open and available to them, and ask questions. This may lead to you hearing things you might not feel ready for, but as long as you don't overreact, it should prove beneficial in the long run. For all of you."
"It's just so strange." Jo said. "And it's not just that he and Miranda are sharing a room, but the whole situation. I used to know exactly how to handle him. But now, even though I try, I'm just not sure anymore."
He understood. "It's very unsettling, isn't it? For both of you?" They both nodded, their eyes providing all the answer anyone needed.
Mrs. Gordon came into the conversation here. "As you can understand, my husband's workload has gotten much larger lately." They smiled weakly. "Mine, however, has not. Would you like to talk about this more later?"
"Do you think we should?" Sam asked.
"That's up to you two, but it may help to talk it out."
"We'll have to talk about it," Jo replied, "but we may take you up on that. Still, I don't feel any better about last night and today. What they might do still worries me."
"I understand." Mr. Gordon said. "However, based on my dealings with them, there are a couple of things I can say with some certainty that MAY help."
"Should we be here for this?" Gordo asked.
All the adults suddenly looked very guilty. "Sorry about that." Sam said.
"It's okay, sir. I understand. We're worried about them, too. But maybe we should step out of the room for this."
"Only if you want to." The two looked surprised by Mr. Gordon's reply. "Whether any of us like it or not, you two are as involved in this as the parents are, because they are more likely to open up to you than they are to us. Add to that your obvious concern, and I have no objection to you hearing this." He turned to Jo and Sam. "Do you object?"
They both thought about it for a moment. Of course they didn't like the idea, but it was true. They are involved in this. "No." They answered in unison. "We don't object." Jo finished.
"It's up to you two now."
"It's not easy for me to talk about this, but you're right. Miranda does confide in me, and I'm afraid I might say or do something wrong. For them, I'll stay." Lizzie said.
"If she stays, I stay."
He's father smiled at the way he said that. "Very well. First, I know they've both told you that they have a lot of reasons to wait. They've both promised you, as well as her parents, that they would try to wait, and I know they value your trust. But I think more important for them are the promises they've made each other. If nothing else holds them back, I think those will. They won't break each other's trust lightly."
"I hope you're right." Sam said, sounding skeptical. "But those two are already so close, I'm not sure even that will be enough."
"If it's not, I expect you'll know soon afterward." They were surprised by that. "That's the other thing I'm certain about. If they aren't able to stop themselves, I think they'll come to you about it. Matt will insist on it."
"Why would . . . of course. The way he worries about her, he'd insist on having everything ready, just in case the birth control didn't work."
"Exactly. That's not to say they won't want to keep it secret if it happens, they are teenagers after all. I shouldn't go into detail as to why, but if it happens soon, it won't take very long for them to confess. Trust your son, and trust Miranda. If they haven't come to you in a couple of days, I think we can believe they are strong enough to handle this."
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As they walked to the park, they were both strangely nervous. Neither was sure if they should be holding hands, much as they would like to. "So," Miranda asked, "what should way do first?" Matt shot her a look, and she blushed. "I mean when we get to the park, should we go to the office to reserve a pavilion right away, or should we wait?"
"Oh, right, sorry. Office first. Make sure we don't forget it." Somehow, he hadn't blushed, but he was talking with nervous speed.
They got to the park in silence, and headed straight to the park office. This building wasn't the main building, which housed the administrative office, clean up equipment, and two old trucks used for general park maintenance. This was a one room, 8 foot by 8 foot shack, used only on the weekends to try to keep order in the pavilion area. The park had two large and three small pavilions, and city officials found that reservations were the only way to keep summer weekends from degenerating into anarchy. When they got there, all five pavilions were, as usual, busy. When they got to the wide service window, they were surprised by who they found inside. "Mr. Dig?" The clock on the wall read 1:00.
"Well, hello." The man sounded as cheerful as always.
Matt, who had just finish seventh grade, and thus was familiar with the man, was surprised to see the omnipresent substitute here. "I didn't know you worked here during the summer."
The man's smile flashed. "I do a lot during the summer, Mr. McGuire. Working in the park let's be one with nature." As he said that, a frisbee sailed into the window, only to be caught by Mr. Dig. "When I can." He turned back to Miranda. "I heard about the crash, but I see you're well. How is everyone?"
As a young boy came to recover the toy, Miranda answered. "Everyone's out of the hospital."
"Great news. So, what brings you two here?"
"Are any of the pavilions available for next weekend?"
"I think there's one left. I'll look." The reservation sheet was on a small table near the window. "Yes, for Sunday. And it's one of the large ones."
"Between the four families, I think we'll need it." Miranda said.
"Oh, so this is some sort of survivors' party."
"Yeah. It was Lizzie's idea, but everybody liked it."
"Sounds like a great idea. If you'll sign here, Ms. Sanchez." He handed her the clipboard. After she signed it, she handed it back to him. "Great. Another wonderfully active weekend." He seemed genuinely pleased. "Is there anything else I can help you with?"
"No, I think that's it."
"Then I wish you two a pleasant day together." He turned to place the now full form in the desk.
Matt and Miranda left while he did that, he's last remark making them wonder if he was just that good, or they were just that obvious.
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Back at the Gordon home, the parents had just transitioned into the discussion of Lizzie and Gordo. As looks of dread fell upon the couple's faces, Sam had to chuckle. "I know it's normal for a young man to be anxious in your position, but it's not like we're meeting for the first time."
Gordo didn't look at all relaxed by that. "Yes, well, this is the first time since Lizzie and I became a couple. Whether it makes sense or not, that does make a difference."
"Only as much as we let it. Don't get me wrong, we do need to talk. But we're not strangers, I've known you most of your life. I don't see the need for the 'prove you're good enough for my daughter' confrontation. I already know you are."
Gordo visibly relaxed, if slightly. "That's good to know."
"Yes, well, there are still some things we need to discuss. I know you found out about Lizzie going on birth control when you two, Miranda, and Matt had that big meeting yesterday. But what were you talking about that caused THAT subject to come up."
Gordo shook his head at the memory. "I asked Matt and Miranda about their relationship. I got a little personal, but I was worried about them. While Miranda wanted to drop it, Matt decided to tell me about it. With both barrels." Sam winced, knowing exactly what that meant. "It was during this he told me about Miranda and Lizzie."
"I'm going to have to talk to him about tact. But, however it happened, now you know. I'm told by Lizzie you wanted to talk about this, so tell me, what do you think about that?"
Gordo got a serious look. "Where do I begin? I admit, it's something of a relief to know. Yet it reminds me of what could happen. We want to wait. After the visit Larry gave me, how could I not? But even thought we both want to wait until our wedding night, I realize now that it is possible we could give in to the temptation."
"Wait a minute." Sam looked surprised. "Did you say wedding night?"
Gordo closed his eyes in disbelief. "That the second time I've done that." He reopened them. "Yes, I said that. No, I haven't proposed yet. But, if this relationship goes as well as I hope, I do plan on asking Lizzie to marry me."
Sam needed a moment to get over his shock. 'I wonder if this is what Edward felt like' he thought.
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After they cleared the busy pavilion area, Matt and Miranda headed for the less crowded wooded area. Once there, they allowed themselves to hold hands, walk close, and generally behave like a couple in love. They wandered aimlessly, not really paying much attention to where they were going until they came to a familiar bench. "I wonder why we keep ending up here?" Miranda asked.
"I don't know, but considering the last time we were here, I think we should keep moving."
"Why, I don't hear anything?" He winced at the memory. "Come on, as long as we're here, why not take a stroll through the meadow? I promise not to bite."
Before Matt could respond, a low rumble rolled through the air. Looking up, they saw a large storm was rolling in. They were surprised by how close it looked. "I think that's a good reason not to. Did you see it coming before?"
"No, but I was distracted. Let's get back to your place."
"Agreed."
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After Gordo said his declaration, and Sam recovered, the meeting went smoothly, much to Lizzie's relief. Nobody had commented on her anxiety, having accurately guessed the cause. Smoothly doesn't mean quickly, however. Gordo's constant planning for his future was now showing dividends as they all talked seemingly no-stop about the various possibilities. Normally, she and Miranda only half listened to him when he talked about his plans, having heard them dozens of times before. This, however, was different. It wasn't his future he was talking about. Rather, it was THEIR future. That word was magical to her.
Their.
They.
Them.
With these magic words weaving a spell around her, she could see, actually see, the future they were discussing. In having these visions, she was happier than she had been in a long time. The cause of this happiness could be summarized by what was printed on the mail in her vision.
Mr. and Mrs. D. Gordon
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The second half of Matt and Miranda's return trip to the McGuire home was done as a series of short dashes in and out of the cover of trees. While this gave some cover, it wasn't enough against the summer squall, and they were completely soaked when they came bursting through the front door. Matt turned to her to make some flip remark about the weather, but his brain froze when he saw her. Or rather, part of her.
She was breathing heavy after that last sprint. Cursing herself for not doing more to get back in shape, she turned to see how Matt was doing. At first, his transfixed gaze surprised, and slightly worried, her. But when she followed his gaze, she realized what happened, and laughed at herself. Her thin cotton top and cotton t-shirt were both soaked through, and now the fact she had decided not to wear a bra was VERY obvious, as was one effect of the cooler air in the house. "Well, darling, at least we know you still have the eyes of a thirteen-year-old boy."
"Uh, huh" was all he could manage.
Taking a page from his book, she clapped her hands together close to his nose. He blinked, then managed to look to her eyes. It looked like he was about to apologize. "It's okay. This isn't the way I had hoped, but you were going to see them eventually."
He was looking at her with both wonder and curiosity. "Why didn't you wear a bra today?" There was an unmistakable emphasis on the word 'today'.
She sat on the staircase. "After what we decided this morning, I wasn't sure what would happen next, or when. I just thought that, if today was the day we took that step, and it happened while we were out there, that was one obstacle you didn't need. You're not mad at me, are you?"
That surprised him. "Mad? Why would I be mad?"
"Because by doing that, it might look like I'm pushing you."
"Which we said we wouldn't do to each other." She nodded. "But you never said 'hurry up and feel my tits', did you?"
She only half laughed at his choice of words. "Well, no, but . . ."
He sat next to her. "We also promised not to lie to each other, remem . . ." he placed his hand on her shoulder, and interrupted himself when he felt a chill "you're not shaking, you're shivering. You got to get out of those wet clothes before you catch a cold, or worse."
She was thankful for the change in subject. "Yes, mom. But only if you change to."
"Good idea. Let's go up." As they went to change, Matt to his room, Miranda in Lizzie's room where the suitcase of clothes she had here was kept, both were very aware of the situation. They were alone in an empty house. And both were about to be, if briefly and separately, naked. If ever their wills would be tested, it was now.
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It wasn't until 5:00 before things wrapped up. It was after discussing Gordo's plans for the future, which included no less than seven back-up plans, that Sam made the statement that put a cap on the meeting. "I think I know all I need to know, and it only told me I right from the first." He looked the young man in his eyes. "When you feel ready, you have my permission to ask her to marry you."
Before the women could give obligatory protests, Lizzie surprised them by hugging her father fiercely. "Thanks, dad."
"Sure. Just promise you'll finish school."
"Sure." She happened to look out the window. "When did it start raining?"
Everyone turned to the window, and saw that it was raining fairly hard. No wind, thunder or lightning. Just oversized summer raindrops landing heavily. "I guess we were too busy to notice." Gordo remarked.
"I hope Matt and Miranda found cover before it hit."
Jo had another thought to concern her. "I hope they haven't done anything they'll regret." She said that thought aloud without intending to. Turning around, she found she had everyone's attention.
"I believe what I told you before, Jo. Whatever else they might do, I doubt they'll allow themselves to go all the way yet, and if they do, Matt will tell you fairly soon after. There is one more thing." Now everyone looked at him. "The first time they push the envelope physically will be their most difficult test. But, if they get through it without giving in, they should be safe for a long time."
"Why's that?" Sam asked.
"Because neither has been this close to anyone before, and neither is sure if they're strong enough to resist the temptation that situation would present. However, if they get through the first one safely, they'll have proven to themselves they can resist. That knowledge will only make them stronger."
Jo was dumbfounded. "Are you suggesting that we just let them . . ."
He calmly held up his hands, and spoke calmly. "That's not what I'm saying. I'm sure you realize that, whether we want it to happen or not, it will eventually happen, and it sounds like it may be sooner rather than later. What I'm saying is that, when it does happen, if they can stop themselves that first time, they should be more able to resist any future such situations."
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The McGuires made it home around 5:30. As they agreed on the way, Sam helped Lizzie while Jo snuck in to check things out. Seeing the remains of the puddle at the bottom of the stairs, she stuck her head and arm out the door and signaled for Sam and Lizzie to use the back entrance. Once she knew they saw her, she slipped off her shoes and socks and started quietly up the stairs, following the wet spots. When she got to the kids' rooms, she saw the trails split, but saw another trial between the rooms. She decided to try Lizzie's room first. Slowly, carefully, she opened the door just enough to see inside. No one. Dreading what that meant, she moved to Matt's door. But before she could reach the nob, she heard voices, which she quickly recognized.
"Are you awake?" Matt asked.
"Yeah, just resting my eyes." A light giggle. "I could get used to this." Jo's heart nearly stopped.
"So could I. But that's for later. I wanted to ask you something."
"What's that?"
"Are you surprised we didn't make love today?" It was all Jo could do not to shout for joy.
"A little. I thought we'd be strong enough, but I wasn't sure we'd want to stop."
"Are you disappointed?"
"No." She sounded a little surprised by her answer, but before he could ask, she continued. "I admit, part of me wants to, even now. But, when we were in the moment, and the thought of trying to take us there came to me, I couldn't. We promised each other we'd wait until it would be perfect, and we both know what that means. I love you too much to let your first time be any less."
"Amazing. You just said everything I feel." They began to kiss again. Not in fiery passion, but comfortable warmth.
Jo snuck away from the door after that, heartened by what she'd heard. Whatever else they may have done, she now knew they had stopped themselves. She also knew something more about why. Carefully, she made her way to the kitchen, where Sam and Lizzie were waiting. "I'll explain later, but they didn't, I'm sure of that." As the relief washed over the other two, Jo decided to announce their return.
"MATT! MIRANDA! WE'RE HOME!"
Sam and Lizzie started silently laughing, trying desperately not to let themselves erupt. They stopped when they realized that there were no panicked noises from upstairs. Jo was about to call out again when they heard a door open. "MOM, IS THAT YOU?"
"YES. WE'RE HOME. ARE YOU AND MIRANDA ALRIGHT? WE WERE WORRIED WHEN WE SAW THE RAIN."
"WE'RE OKAY. I'LL EXPLAIN WHEN I GET DOWN THERE." With that, the door closed again.
Jo looked at Sam and Lizzie. "I wonder just how much they're going to explain." They all looked at each other, realizing that they could soon be hearing far more than they ever wanted to know. A couple of minutes later, as the couple walked into the kitchen, none of the three could mistake what they saw. As close as the couple had been before, there was a new intimacy connecting them. Not just new physically, but also emotionally and psychologically. While it worried the parents, it actually intimidated Lizzie.
The couple saw what they thought were looks of dire dread on the three faces before them. They had agreed before coming down that, since this was his family, Matt would speak first. "I hope you had a dryer time than we had. We'd like to hear how the meeting went."
"It went pretty well," Sam managed first, "but we were worried when we saw the rain. I take it by your change of clothes that you got caught in it."
"We tried to beat the storm back here, but it caught us half way." He decided to address their obvious concern. "I can tell what else is worrying you. Please understand, I can't tell you much about what happened between Miranda and I today."
"Just answer one question." Jo interrupted. She was looking to engage his eyes, which he did willingly. "Did you and Miranda make love today?"
Eyes still engaged, he answered in a calm voice. "No, we did not. We promised you we'd wait to go that far, and we've kept our promise." There was a hint of pride in the last part of that he couldn't quite hide.
Jo knew, in that way only mothers can, that he told the truth. "I believe you."
Slowly, the tension in the room waned, and the three began to tell the couple about the meeting with the Gordons as Jo put something fast in the oven for dinner. All five made the deliberate choice not to discuss what happened, or may have happened, in the house that afternoon.
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A/N: Is Mr. Gordon right, or will the temptation just grow stronger? Will they be able to keep from a repeat performance during their week at Miranda's? If not, will they get caught? That, and much more, still to come.
by TheRealXenocide
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Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, settings, or anything else you recognize from the show Lizzie McGuire. The plot, at it's base, has been around since Homer, and this variant since Henry Ford. However, this is the first I've seen it applied to Lizzie.
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A/N: This is the first chapter that has part of it removed from the main body, the removed part entered elsewhere. This is because the removed section, in my opinion, requires an 'R' rating. Therefore, instead of raising the rating of the entire story, I have taken that scene out of the chapter you see here, and loaded it separately with the 'R' rating I believe it warrants. While the scene is not necessary to follow the story, I have marked in the main chapter where it would go, so that you may read the entire chapter in the order I intended.
A/N: Personal Notes:
keeponwritin: The Lord of the Rings reference is from early in the first book. It's one of the things Bilbo tells Gandalf to explain why he's leaving Bag End.
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Chapter 37
Human Animal, Human Heart
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"Are you sure you're going to be okay?" Jo asked Matt again.
They'd spent the last half hour going round-and-round, Jo trying to figure out what Matt and Miranda had decided, Matt and Miranda trying to reassure her that they had a plan without telling her exactly what it was.
"I think so. We'll each talk to Dr. Gordon when we see him tomorrow, but for right now, we have some ideas to try to reduce the stress we've been under, and a quiet stroll in the park is first on the list."
"I had thought about taking Lily with us," Miranda added, "but when I called mom, she said she was taking her shopping for clothes. Add to that the fact that we'll have plenty of time to play with her next week, and we decided that today should be for us." That was the truth, as far as it went.
"Besides, if the Gordons agree to dad's idea for a meeting today, I'd rather not be in on that."
Jo had to smile at her son's remark. "I guess I can't blame you for that. I just hope Lizzie doesn't keep overreacting."
"I can't blame her." Miranda said. "I don't think she'll be at ease until there are some answers about what happened to him."
"I know, and I think you're right about that. We'd all feel better if we knew something." She returned her focus to Miranda. "If I agree to let you two spend the day alone, I'll be putting a lot of trust in you, young lady."
"I know. All I can do is make you the same promises I have before."
Jo's shoulders sagged. "I suppose asking for more would be asking too much."
"Do you really want me to answer that?"
"I don't think I'm ready for that." She surprised Matt and Miranda when a slight smile started forming on her face. "You do realize that this will be your first date." She barely contained her laughter at the looks on their faces. "Think about it. The only other time you two were out alone together, it was specifically to exercise your legs. That's not a date, that's physical therapy. Today, it's "a quiet stroll in the park" and "today should be for us". If that isn't a date, what is?"
The pair looked at each other for a second, then started laughing. "So much for waiting for our one month anniversary." Miranda managed.
"At least it's easy for a date in the park to go unnoticed by others." That old schemer's look crossed his face. "Besides, we can take care of some business while we're there. Then if anyone asks, we can say that's the reason we're there."
"I'd like the idea if I knew what you were talking about." Miranda told him, clearly puzzled. "What business?"
"Remember the party? If we're going to have it in that pavilion area this time of year, we'll need to reserve one of them in advance. I'm not old enough, but you are."
"I was going to do that tomorrow," Jo said, "but if you two want to do that today, I'd be grateful."
"Consider it done."
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Meanwhile, in the living room, Sam had just hung up with Mr. Gordon. Lizzie was also there, insisting on being in on this call. Much to Lizzie consternation, the Gordons agreed to have the two families get together at their home. Not for the first time, Sam pointed out the differences between this meeting and Matt's talk with Miranda's father. "He'll have you and his parents right there with him, and he'll have 'home-field advantage'. If all that doesn't put him, and you, at ease, nothing will. I already told you I approve of him. But there are some things we need to talk about."
"But did it have to be today?"
"And when would you have approved?" He said that with enough of a caring smile that even Lizzie couldn't pout. Much. "Lizzie, I know you're both smart kids. But you said it yourself, even Gordo thinks we need to talk about you going on birth control." She still looked skeptical. "Look at it this way. The earlier we come to understand each other, the less likely it is there will be tension between us as your relationship develops."
"I guess so."
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"David, you really need to relax." His mother was torn between concern and amusement as he sat on the couch, he's hacky sack flashing between his hands in a blur. "They've known you all your life. Sam has always respected you, and as I recall, Jo helped Lizzie when she finally opened up to you."
"But this is different. This is the first time I've talk to him since Lizzie and I became a couple. And if they're so sure about me, why hide this business about Lizzie going on birth control?"
"Because you're still teenagers. We all remember what that's like. You said talking to them about this was your idea. I think they will take that as a good sign." She sat next to him, and gently grasped his hands in hers, stopping the hacky sack. "David, I don't think there's anything you could do to make this go badly, except panicking. If Sam wanted this to be a confrontation, he'd talk to you one-on-one, and probably at their house. Instead, he and Jo are coming to you, and you'll have Lizzie, your father, and me. All his idea."
"I know. It's just . . . I don't know."
"If you didn't have some nervousness, I'd be worried about you. Trust your mother. You'll be fine."
"I hope so."
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Miranda still couldn't believe her luck. Somehow, she and Matt had gotten out of the house without either Lizzie or Mrs. McGuire commenting on her outfit. She understood Matt's concern about going unnoticed. He didn't trust himself yet. So, she had selected an outfit that, for her, qualified as conservative. However, it wasn't what she wore that she was worried about them noticing, but what she wasn't wearing. Luckily for her, Lizzie was still uptight about the coming meeting, and Jo was busy trying to help her to relax. So it was with less than expected fanfare that she and Matt left for the park after an early lunch. Both were surprised by how nervous they were, with Jo's two words ringing in their heads, both in joy and dread.
First Date.
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It was 12:30 when the McGuires arrived at the Gordon home. "Hello, Sam, Jo. How are you, Lizzie?" Mr. Gordon welcomed them at the door.
"I'm doing okay." Lizzie answered, though her mind was obviously elsewhere.
Mr. Gordon's smile widened at her distraction. "He's in the living room with his mother. I believe you know the way, Lizzie. I'll join you in a moment."
When they got to the room, Lizzie made a beeline for Gordo. He had moved to the love seat, and left a place for Lizzie to sit to his right. Mrs. Gordon was in on of the two chairs. "We left the couch for you" she told Sam and Jo.
"From what he said yesterday, I thought Matt was going to be part of this." Gordo added.
"Before last night, I think he would have." Sam answered as he and Jo sat down.
"What happened?" Gordo's face showed his concern.
"Miranda's nightmare got worse." Jo answered. Gordo and his mother were alarmed by that. "They spent most of the morning talking it out between them. When they came out, they said they had a plan, but wouldn't give any details, except that part of it involved a quiet stroll in the park, which is where they are now."
"As protective as Matt is with her, I'm surprised I didn't get a call." Dr. Gordon said as he sat in the empty chair.
"They said they'd talk to you at their meetings tomorrow, but they felt they needed to learn to deal with this on their own."
Mr. Gordon smiled. "They may have told you together, but I suspect it was Miranda's idea. Coming to me for help has been his idea just about every time they have, and she's the only one who can curb his protectiveness of her."
"So," Gordo said smiling, "while I'm about to face the music, Matt's on his first real date with Miranda." He turned to his father. "Did they do the right thing, trying to do this by themselves?"
"The reason they've been together at night is so they can help each other. The truth is that they needed to take this step, at a time they felt ready for it." A look of concern crossed his face. "Although the fact they kept most of their plan secret is a possible problem. It could mean that it includes some increase in physical intimacy. I hope they can control themselves."
"I was afraid of that," Jo replied, "but what can we do? You've made the risks in separating them clear, and I have to agree. But I'm worried. Are they moving too fast?"
"I honestly don't know." He admitted. "Under normal conditions, I'd suggest stronger intervention by you and her parents together. But I think we can all agree that this situation isn't normal, and needs to be handled with care." They all showed their agreement in various ways. "That being said, I do believe that you should stay involved. Be open and available to them, and ask questions. This may lead to you hearing things you might not feel ready for, but as long as you don't overreact, it should prove beneficial in the long run. For all of you."
"It's just so strange." Jo said. "And it's not just that he and Miranda are sharing a room, but the whole situation. I used to know exactly how to handle him. But now, even though I try, I'm just not sure anymore."
He understood. "It's very unsettling, isn't it? For both of you?" They both nodded, their eyes providing all the answer anyone needed.
Mrs. Gordon came into the conversation here. "As you can understand, my husband's workload has gotten much larger lately." They smiled weakly. "Mine, however, has not. Would you like to talk about this more later?"
"Do you think we should?" Sam asked.
"That's up to you two, but it may help to talk it out."
"We'll have to talk about it," Jo replied, "but we may take you up on that. Still, I don't feel any better about last night and today. What they might do still worries me."
"I understand." Mr. Gordon said. "However, based on my dealings with them, there are a couple of things I can say with some certainty that MAY help."
"Should we be here for this?" Gordo asked.
All the adults suddenly looked very guilty. "Sorry about that." Sam said.
"It's okay, sir. I understand. We're worried about them, too. But maybe we should step out of the room for this."
"Only if you want to." The two looked surprised by Mr. Gordon's reply. "Whether any of us like it or not, you two are as involved in this as the parents are, because they are more likely to open up to you than they are to us. Add to that your obvious concern, and I have no objection to you hearing this." He turned to Jo and Sam. "Do you object?"
They both thought about it for a moment. Of course they didn't like the idea, but it was true. They are involved in this. "No." They answered in unison. "We don't object." Jo finished.
"It's up to you two now."
"It's not easy for me to talk about this, but you're right. Miranda does confide in me, and I'm afraid I might say or do something wrong. For them, I'll stay." Lizzie said.
"If she stays, I stay."
He's father smiled at the way he said that. "Very well. First, I know they've both told you that they have a lot of reasons to wait. They've both promised you, as well as her parents, that they would try to wait, and I know they value your trust. But I think more important for them are the promises they've made each other. If nothing else holds them back, I think those will. They won't break each other's trust lightly."
"I hope you're right." Sam said, sounding skeptical. "But those two are already so close, I'm not sure even that will be enough."
"If it's not, I expect you'll know soon afterward." They were surprised by that. "That's the other thing I'm certain about. If they aren't able to stop themselves, I think they'll come to you about it. Matt will insist on it."
"Why would . . . of course. The way he worries about her, he'd insist on having everything ready, just in case the birth control didn't work."
"Exactly. That's not to say they won't want to keep it secret if it happens, they are teenagers after all. I shouldn't go into detail as to why, but if it happens soon, it won't take very long for them to confess. Trust your son, and trust Miranda. If they haven't come to you in a couple of days, I think we can believe they are strong enough to handle this."
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As they walked to the park, they were both strangely nervous. Neither was sure if they should be holding hands, much as they would like to. "So," Miranda asked, "what should way do first?" Matt shot her a look, and she blushed. "I mean when we get to the park, should we go to the office to reserve a pavilion right away, or should we wait?"
"Oh, right, sorry. Office first. Make sure we don't forget it." Somehow, he hadn't blushed, but he was talking with nervous speed.
They got to the park in silence, and headed straight to the park office. This building wasn't the main building, which housed the administrative office, clean up equipment, and two old trucks used for general park maintenance. This was a one room, 8 foot by 8 foot shack, used only on the weekends to try to keep order in the pavilion area. The park had two large and three small pavilions, and city officials found that reservations were the only way to keep summer weekends from degenerating into anarchy. When they got there, all five pavilions were, as usual, busy. When they got to the wide service window, they were surprised by who they found inside. "Mr. Dig?" The clock on the wall read 1:00.
"Well, hello." The man sounded as cheerful as always.
Matt, who had just finish seventh grade, and thus was familiar with the man, was surprised to see the omnipresent substitute here. "I didn't know you worked here during the summer."
The man's smile flashed. "I do a lot during the summer, Mr. McGuire. Working in the park let's be one with nature." As he said that, a frisbee sailed into the window, only to be caught by Mr. Dig. "When I can." He turned back to Miranda. "I heard about the crash, but I see you're well. How is everyone?"
As a young boy came to recover the toy, Miranda answered. "Everyone's out of the hospital."
"Great news. So, what brings you two here?"
"Are any of the pavilions available for next weekend?"
"I think there's one left. I'll look." The reservation sheet was on a small table near the window. "Yes, for Sunday. And it's one of the large ones."
"Between the four families, I think we'll need it." Miranda said.
"Oh, so this is some sort of survivors' party."
"Yeah. It was Lizzie's idea, but everybody liked it."
"Sounds like a great idea. If you'll sign here, Ms. Sanchez." He handed her the clipboard. After she signed it, she handed it back to him. "Great. Another wonderfully active weekend." He seemed genuinely pleased. "Is there anything else I can help you with?"
"No, I think that's it."
"Then I wish you two a pleasant day together." He turned to place the now full form in the desk.
Matt and Miranda left while he did that, he's last remark making them wonder if he was just that good, or they were just that obvious.
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Back at the Gordon home, the parents had just transitioned into the discussion of Lizzie and Gordo. As looks of dread fell upon the couple's faces, Sam had to chuckle. "I know it's normal for a young man to be anxious in your position, but it's not like we're meeting for the first time."
Gordo didn't look at all relaxed by that. "Yes, well, this is the first time since Lizzie and I became a couple. Whether it makes sense or not, that does make a difference."
"Only as much as we let it. Don't get me wrong, we do need to talk. But we're not strangers, I've known you most of your life. I don't see the need for the 'prove you're good enough for my daughter' confrontation. I already know you are."
Gordo visibly relaxed, if slightly. "That's good to know."
"Yes, well, there are still some things we need to discuss. I know you found out about Lizzie going on birth control when you two, Miranda, and Matt had that big meeting yesterday. But what were you talking about that caused THAT subject to come up."
Gordo shook his head at the memory. "I asked Matt and Miranda about their relationship. I got a little personal, but I was worried about them. While Miranda wanted to drop it, Matt decided to tell me about it. With both barrels." Sam winced, knowing exactly what that meant. "It was during this he told me about Miranda and Lizzie."
"I'm going to have to talk to him about tact. But, however it happened, now you know. I'm told by Lizzie you wanted to talk about this, so tell me, what do you think about that?"
Gordo got a serious look. "Where do I begin? I admit, it's something of a relief to know. Yet it reminds me of what could happen. We want to wait. After the visit Larry gave me, how could I not? But even thought we both want to wait until our wedding night, I realize now that it is possible we could give in to the temptation."
"Wait a minute." Sam looked surprised. "Did you say wedding night?"
Gordo closed his eyes in disbelief. "That the second time I've done that." He reopened them. "Yes, I said that. No, I haven't proposed yet. But, if this relationship goes as well as I hope, I do plan on asking Lizzie to marry me."
Sam needed a moment to get over his shock. 'I wonder if this is what Edward felt like' he thought.
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After they cleared the busy pavilion area, Matt and Miranda headed for the less crowded wooded area. Once there, they allowed themselves to hold hands, walk close, and generally behave like a couple in love. They wandered aimlessly, not really paying much attention to where they were going until they came to a familiar bench. "I wonder why we keep ending up here?" Miranda asked.
"I don't know, but considering the last time we were here, I think we should keep moving."
"Why, I don't hear anything?" He winced at the memory. "Come on, as long as we're here, why not take a stroll through the meadow? I promise not to bite."
Before Matt could respond, a low rumble rolled through the air. Looking up, they saw a large storm was rolling in. They were surprised by how close it looked. "I think that's a good reason not to. Did you see it coming before?"
"No, but I was distracted. Let's get back to your place."
"Agreed."
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After Gordo said his declaration, and Sam recovered, the meeting went smoothly, much to Lizzie's relief. Nobody had commented on her anxiety, having accurately guessed the cause. Smoothly doesn't mean quickly, however. Gordo's constant planning for his future was now showing dividends as they all talked seemingly no-stop about the various possibilities. Normally, she and Miranda only half listened to him when he talked about his plans, having heard them dozens of times before. This, however, was different. It wasn't his future he was talking about. Rather, it was THEIR future. That word was magical to her.
Their.
They.
Them.
With these magic words weaving a spell around her, she could see, actually see, the future they were discussing. In having these visions, she was happier than she had been in a long time. The cause of this happiness could be summarized by what was printed on the mail in her vision.
Mr. and Mrs. D. Gordon
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The second half of Matt and Miranda's return trip to the McGuire home was done as a series of short dashes in and out of the cover of trees. While this gave some cover, it wasn't enough against the summer squall, and they were completely soaked when they came bursting through the front door. Matt turned to her to make some flip remark about the weather, but his brain froze when he saw her. Or rather, part of her.
She was breathing heavy after that last sprint. Cursing herself for not doing more to get back in shape, she turned to see how Matt was doing. At first, his transfixed gaze surprised, and slightly worried, her. But when she followed his gaze, she realized what happened, and laughed at herself. Her thin cotton top and cotton t-shirt were both soaked through, and now the fact she had decided not to wear a bra was VERY obvious, as was one effect of the cooler air in the house. "Well, darling, at least we know you still have the eyes of a thirteen-year-old boy."
"Uh, huh" was all he could manage.
Taking a page from his book, she clapped her hands together close to his nose. He blinked, then managed to look to her eyes. It looked like he was about to apologize. "It's okay. This isn't the way I had hoped, but you were going to see them eventually."
He was looking at her with both wonder and curiosity. "Why didn't you wear a bra today?" There was an unmistakable emphasis on the word 'today'.
She sat on the staircase. "After what we decided this morning, I wasn't sure what would happen next, or when. I just thought that, if today was the day we took that step, and it happened while we were out there, that was one obstacle you didn't need. You're not mad at me, are you?"
That surprised him. "Mad? Why would I be mad?"
"Because by doing that, it might look like I'm pushing you."
"Which we said we wouldn't do to each other." She nodded. "But you never said 'hurry up and feel my tits', did you?"
She only half laughed at his choice of words. "Well, no, but . . ."
He sat next to her. "We also promised not to lie to each other, remem . . ." he placed his hand on her shoulder, and interrupted himself when he felt a chill "you're not shaking, you're shivering. You got to get out of those wet clothes before you catch a cold, or worse."
She was thankful for the change in subject. "Yes, mom. But only if you change to."
"Good idea. Let's go up." As they went to change, Matt to his room, Miranda in Lizzie's room where the suitcase of clothes she had here was kept, both were very aware of the situation. They were alone in an empty house. And both were about to be, if briefly and separately, naked. If ever their wills would be tested, it was now.
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It wasn't until 5:00 before things wrapped up. It was after discussing Gordo's plans for the future, which included no less than seven back-up plans, that Sam made the statement that put a cap on the meeting. "I think I know all I need to know, and it only told me I right from the first." He looked the young man in his eyes. "When you feel ready, you have my permission to ask her to marry you."
Before the women could give obligatory protests, Lizzie surprised them by hugging her father fiercely. "Thanks, dad."
"Sure. Just promise you'll finish school."
"Sure." She happened to look out the window. "When did it start raining?"
Everyone turned to the window, and saw that it was raining fairly hard. No wind, thunder or lightning. Just oversized summer raindrops landing heavily. "I guess we were too busy to notice." Gordo remarked.
"I hope Matt and Miranda found cover before it hit."
Jo had another thought to concern her. "I hope they haven't done anything they'll regret." She said that thought aloud without intending to. Turning around, she found she had everyone's attention.
"I believe what I told you before, Jo. Whatever else they might do, I doubt they'll allow themselves to go all the way yet, and if they do, Matt will tell you fairly soon after. There is one more thing." Now everyone looked at him. "The first time they push the envelope physically will be their most difficult test. But, if they get through it without giving in, they should be safe for a long time."
"Why's that?" Sam asked.
"Because neither has been this close to anyone before, and neither is sure if they're strong enough to resist the temptation that situation would present. However, if they get through the first one safely, they'll have proven to themselves they can resist. That knowledge will only make them stronger."
Jo was dumbfounded. "Are you suggesting that we just let them . . ."
He calmly held up his hands, and spoke calmly. "That's not what I'm saying. I'm sure you realize that, whether we want it to happen or not, it will eventually happen, and it sounds like it may be sooner rather than later. What I'm saying is that, when it does happen, if they can stop themselves that first time, they should be more able to resist any future such situations."
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The McGuires made it home around 5:30. As they agreed on the way, Sam helped Lizzie while Jo snuck in to check things out. Seeing the remains of the puddle at the bottom of the stairs, she stuck her head and arm out the door and signaled for Sam and Lizzie to use the back entrance. Once she knew they saw her, she slipped off her shoes and socks and started quietly up the stairs, following the wet spots. When she got to the kids' rooms, she saw the trails split, but saw another trial between the rooms. She decided to try Lizzie's room first. Slowly, carefully, she opened the door just enough to see inside. No one. Dreading what that meant, she moved to Matt's door. But before she could reach the nob, she heard voices, which she quickly recognized.
"Are you awake?" Matt asked.
"Yeah, just resting my eyes." A light giggle. "I could get used to this." Jo's heart nearly stopped.
"So could I. But that's for later. I wanted to ask you something."
"What's that?"
"Are you surprised we didn't make love today?" It was all Jo could do not to shout for joy.
"A little. I thought we'd be strong enough, but I wasn't sure we'd want to stop."
"Are you disappointed?"
"No." She sounded a little surprised by her answer, but before he could ask, she continued. "I admit, part of me wants to, even now. But, when we were in the moment, and the thought of trying to take us there came to me, I couldn't. We promised each other we'd wait until it would be perfect, and we both know what that means. I love you too much to let your first time be any less."
"Amazing. You just said everything I feel." They began to kiss again. Not in fiery passion, but comfortable warmth.
Jo snuck away from the door after that, heartened by what she'd heard. Whatever else they may have done, she now knew they had stopped themselves. She also knew something more about why. Carefully, she made her way to the kitchen, where Sam and Lizzie were waiting. "I'll explain later, but they didn't, I'm sure of that." As the relief washed over the other two, Jo decided to announce their return.
"MATT! MIRANDA! WE'RE HOME!"
Sam and Lizzie started silently laughing, trying desperately not to let themselves erupt. They stopped when they realized that there were no panicked noises from upstairs. Jo was about to call out again when they heard a door open. "MOM, IS THAT YOU?"
"YES. WE'RE HOME. ARE YOU AND MIRANDA ALRIGHT? WE WERE WORRIED WHEN WE SAW THE RAIN."
"WE'RE OKAY. I'LL EXPLAIN WHEN I GET DOWN THERE." With that, the door closed again.
Jo looked at Sam and Lizzie. "I wonder just how much they're going to explain." They all looked at each other, realizing that they could soon be hearing far more than they ever wanted to know. A couple of minutes later, as the couple walked into the kitchen, none of the three could mistake what they saw. As close as the couple had been before, there was a new intimacy connecting them. Not just new physically, but also emotionally and psychologically. While it worried the parents, it actually intimidated Lizzie.
The couple saw what they thought were looks of dire dread on the three faces before them. They had agreed before coming down that, since this was his family, Matt would speak first. "I hope you had a dryer time than we had. We'd like to hear how the meeting went."
"It went pretty well," Sam managed first, "but we were worried when we saw the rain. I take it by your change of clothes that you got caught in it."
"We tried to beat the storm back here, but it caught us half way." He decided to address their obvious concern. "I can tell what else is worrying you. Please understand, I can't tell you much about what happened between Miranda and I today."
"Just answer one question." Jo interrupted. She was looking to engage his eyes, which he did willingly. "Did you and Miranda make love today?"
Eyes still engaged, he answered in a calm voice. "No, we did not. We promised you we'd wait to go that far, and we've kept our promise." There was a hint of pride in the last part of that he couldn't quite hide.
Jo knew, in that way only mothers can, that he told the truth. "I believe you."
Slowly, the tension in the room waned, and the three began to tell the couple about the meeting with the Gordons as Jo put something fast in the oven for dinner. All five made the deliberate choice not to discuss what happened, or may have happened, in the house that afternoon.
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A/N: Is Mr. Gordon right, or will the temptation just grow stronger? Will they be able to keep from a repeat performance during their week at Miranda's? If not, will they get caught? That, and much more, still to come.