Imagine Coldplay: I'm SORRY!
Guest: True… I'll think about that.
rosiesj: Thank youuuu! :)))))))))
Kai: Thank you :) And yes, it is LMAO
The Not-So-Ultimate Writer: At first, I was going to have her whip out her grappling hook, and straight up attack the concierge, but then I felt like it would be too wordy, so I didn't go through with it :) "Any" comic relief?
Panfila: I wouldn't call hurting your loved ones "advice". If anything, never do that. I know, and don't worry. The only reason we don't see too much of the guys is because this is a story focused mainly on Dewey and Webby, but don't worry, because the next handful of chapters will focus on the gang, and how they react with Dewey back, so it won't be as "idiosyncratic" as you put it. Trust me, I've already thought it over.
Lilbree: :))))))))))
Oh boy, how did we hit 10 chapters this fast? :)
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Previously on LOST…
Dewey frowned as he heard the knock, his tired eyes falling on the door. Who could it be at this late hour? Not really wanting to see anyone, he chose to ignore it, and continue brooding. There was another knock, more insistent this time. With a sigh he put out his cigarette, and slowly climbed to his feet.
Another persistent knock.
"I'm coming," he muttered as he headed to the door, unchaining it, and throwing it open. "What do—?" his words froze on his lips as he stood there paralyzed, trying to take in who was on the other side.
Webby.
He stared at her as his brain tried to comprehend what was happening—how was this happening, or even possible? Dewey's eyes rapidly ran over her face, taking in the subtle differences from the face he saw in his dreams, drinking in and trying to memorize every detail.
"I—" he tried to speak, but he couldn't manage to form a word, his voice catching in his throat.
Time seemed to stand still as they stood in the doorway, desperately drinking each other in. The reality of what this meant slowly sunk in for both of them, and the fact that they were finally together again, finally reunited. His heart started to beat rapidly and he felt his body start to tremble.
Webby was also getting overwhelmed, so many powerful emotions crashing throughout her body. She couldn't stay still any longer. With a sob, she flung herself at him, and he caught her, instinctively wrapping his arms tightly around her, pulling her as close to him as physically possible. He turned his face, burying it in her soft hair, inhaling her shampoo, letting her scent and entire presence engulf him. She surrounded him, comforting him.
God he'd missed her, missed her so damn much.
And she'd missed him.
She clung to him, tears falling down her cheeks as she hugged him even tighter, soaking him into every fiber of her body. She felt like she never wanted to let go, never would be able to let go. He was here, in her arms after 3 years. It was so much to take in, to try and fathom.
Eventually their death grips eased slightly, and they pulled back, but they couldn't completely let go of each other. Her hands trailed down his shoulders to his arms, gripping tightly as he held onto the sides of her waist, still holding her. They stared at each other, so many unspoken messages passing between them. Only their harsh breaths could be heard in the silence of the hotel room; both had tear stains on their cheeks. He slowly lifted one hand, gently wiping away her tears with a brush of his thumb before moving his hand to softly run through her hair.
"I can't believe you're actually here," he finally spoke, his voice hoarse. "I—" he swallowed, still struggling to verbalize what he wanted to say, what he needed to say to her.
"I know," she reassured him quietly, just as choked up. "God, I've missed you Dewey, I…"
"I know," he agreed, hearing her unspoken words. "Me too."
She pulled him in for another fierce hug, which lasted a long moment. He held her tightly, the shock and joy of seeing her, starting to fade into guilt. The guilt he'd deservedly carried around all this time. She was like this, crying and so upset all because of him. He'd done this to her. Carefully, he broke their embrace as the guilt started to heavily press down on him. He allowed himself to study her face for a moment longer, seeing the hurt engraved and embedded into her perfect features.
"I'm so so sorry, Webby," he whispered. "I—"
"I know," she repeated again, touching his cheek, trailing her fingers to his jaw. "I know and it's okay."
He shook his head, knowing it wasn't okay, couldn't possibly be okay. With a guilty sigh, he gently removed her hands from his face, clasping them tightly in one of his. With the other, he closed the hotel room door, and slowly tugged her over to the small couch. They sat on it, turning to face each other, close to one another, sides, knees, arms all still touching—neither willing to let the other go too far.
Their hands stayed desperately entwined with one another's.
"I really can't tell you how sorry I am," Dewey told her, meeting her tear-filled eyes with his guilt-ridden ones. "I've been such an idiot, such a coward… did, uh, did you get my letter?"
She nodded, "I only got it tonight. Huey didn't realize it had an expiry date."
"Oh," he said dumbly, swallowing, taking in what that meant. Last night's fears and doubts got replaced with the knowledge that she'd rushed to see him.
"I've wanted to see you again for so long," she admitted softly. "When you left, I was so confused, heartbroken, and I missed you so much Dewey. And then when Boyd saw you, and told me you were back in Duckburg, you were all I could think about. I've been going crazy trying to find you."
He looked down ashamed, hating that he'd caused her further distress. That she'd been suffering as much as he had because of his actions. It wasn't fair on her.
He swallowed thickly. "I'm sorry… I honestly thought you'd be better off without me. Over the years I've wanted to see you again so much, if only to apologize and try to explain… but I'd convinced myself that you wouldn't want to see me, that you'd hate me. I thought if I tried to contact you over the years, it would only upset you, or that maybe you'd have forgotten all about me. I imagined you and Max married with kids, and not wanting me to ruin that with old nightmares."
She buried her face in his chest and he rubbed her lower back.
"I thought about you every day Webby, I missed you so much, it physically hurt at times. After I'd left, I couldn't believe I'd actually gone through with it. I sat in an empty hotel room in Cape Suzette, my bags still packed by my feet as I contemplated just turning around and coming back. That I'd be home before any of you knew what I'd done, just unpack as if nothing had happened." he whispered.
"But if I'd done that, I'd have to have listened to how your first Christmas together had been. Listen to how much his parents loved you, and see that look in your eyes. It was killing me, Webbs, absolutely killing me. Then it would have been New Year, and I would have been at the party, and watching the ball drop knowing that nothing had changed and it was just going to continue to get even worse… I couldn't survive it." he admitted. "So, I tried to convince myself that I'd made the right decision. That you'd all hate me, but eventually forget about me like you were supposed to. By the time I realized just how dumb I'd been it was too late. That even if I'd had the courage to return you'd reject me and I guess I feared that too much. At least by not trying to contact you, I could hold that little bit of hope in my heart that you may one day speak to me again." he buried his face in her shoulder. "I'm so sorry, Webby. You have no idea… and I know it's not enough, never will be but—"
"Hey," she cut him off, squeezing his hands and encouraging him to look up and meet her eyes. "You made a mistake, Dewey, a horrible stupid mistake. But you were hurting, you had no one to confide in, so you made the wrong decision. I get that, we all get that. We've missed you so much. Over that Christmas, I couldn't' get your kiss out of my head,"
He jerked slightly, surprised, and Webby smirked.
"Really I couldn't. There had been a spark I had never felt before, and hadn't been expecting. I kept thinking about it, and wanted to talk with you when I came home. When I realized you'd left, that that had been your way of saying goodbye," she swallowed, fresh tears falling as she remembered that painful time in her past. "I was heartbroken, Dewey, devastated. I'd lost my best friend."
He looked down, nodding. If he were honest, he didn't want to know how crushed she'd been, didn't want the extra guilt already weighing down his shoulders. But he deserved it. It was the very least he could do.
"Everyone was hurt," she continued. "Completely shocked… it was as if someone had died suddenly. We had lost you, and let you down. We couldn't get our heads around it. We canceled the New Year party, none of us were in the mood. I broke up with Max, and he decided to leave as well, but I didn't care. It was you who I needed."
He pulled her in close, and she continued:
"I missed you like crazy. I spent so many nights crying over you, Dewey," she saw him swallowing, fresh tears on his face, but she needed to get this out, get them through all the guilt so they could move on. "It didn't take me long to realize why you'd left, and I felt lowest of the low for putting you through that. For not realizing how much pain you were going through day after day because of me."
"You weren't meant to know," he cut in, shaking his head forcefully. "None of this was ever your fault, Webbs. Never blame yourself for what I did. I was an asshole. You should have been able to date whoever you liked. It's not your fault that I wasn't strong enough to handle it."
"But I was your best friend," Webby countered. "I should have seen it. I knew something was bugging you, but I didn't realize to what degree. I should have forced you to talk to me. Refused to go for Christmas, at least until I'd gotten it out of you. You don't know how many times I've replayed that day in my head. The number of times I changed the scenarios, torturing myself with all the things I should have done differently."
She looked down, staring at their entwined hands, anchoring herself to the present, trying not to get swept away in the anguish of the past.
"I'm the one that should have done it differently, Webby, very differently. For starters, I shouldn't have let myself fall for you that hard. I should have dealt with it when it was just a crush, but instead I allowed it to turn into so much more…" he trailed off.
"I don't blame you Dewey," she confessed softly, "I don't blame you for any of it. No one does. It was just a horrible time, but it's over. We just want you to come home," she looked up suddenly, her eyes filled with fear as she met him. "You… you are coming home aren't you?" she pleaded. "I don't think I could cope with seeing you, then losing you all over again. Please tell me you're home?"
He squeezed his eyes shut, too many emotions battling to get to his attention. He couldn't believe that she had forgiven him, and that she wanted him back. He didn't feel worthy of her.
How could she be so forgiving?
"After everything I've done, you still want me back in your life?" he asked in quiet disbelief.
She met his eyes steadily, her voice confident, "More than anything."
He let out a shaky breath, shaking his head in wonder.
"I can't believe it," he whispered in awe. "I—"
"So, that's a yes?" she asked desperately. "You're back for good? Permanently?"
He looked at her, seeing her hope and sincerity yet he couldn't quite believe it. Slowly his face split into a large smile. How she'd missed that smile.
"If you'll have me," he spoke softly, earnestly. "Then I promise I'll never leave you again, ever."
Unable to contain herself she let go of his hand and pulled him in for another fierce hug. He accepted it gratefully, holding her just as tightly, securely. His feelings for her had never left him, and now he knew why. This was just further proof of why his heart had refused to let her go, no matter how hard he'd tried. She was just simply amazing.
When they pulled back both were smiling through the tears.
"I still can't believe this is real," he admitted. "I've dreamed about this for so long but I never let myself believe this outcome could be possible."
"I've dreamt about it too, so many times throughout the years. I just prayed I'd get to see you again, to talk to you. I've missed you so much," she confessed.
"I've missed you too, you have no idea how much. I'm so sor—"
"You've got to stop apologizing," Webby stroked his face, "You're forgiven."
"Just like that?" he looked disbelieving. "If you had walked out on me Webbs, I don't know if I'd be able to forgive and forget so easily. How can you trust me again? How can—"
"Because you aren't a stranger, Dewey. I'm sure we've both changed these last 3 years, but I know you and you know me. It hurt a lot and I won't lie. I had some very dark days, some of which I won't be able to forget quickly. But of course I trust you, and of course I forgive you. You were hurting, and made a mistake, one you fully regret. You didn't do it to deliberately hurt any of us, right?"
He nodded.
"I'm not naïve," she continued. "I know we can't just click back to how we were 3 years ago, and pretend it never happened. Things have happened, the group has changed, but we've been missing part of our foundations for so long, missing you. I know you need to talk to Huey, Lena Violet and Louie. Bonds need to be strengthened, and rebuilt, but we'll come out even stronger than before." she murmured
He stared at her a moment.
"Yeah?" he so desperately wanted to believe her.
"I'm positive," she promised with a watery smile. "They've all been so supportive, helping me try and find you. I won't lie, you have a couple of bridges to build with Huey and Lena, but only because they love you and they're hurting. They want you back, part of the gang."
He smiled, slowly allowing the hope mixed with relief to start to spread through his body. His friends had been like family before, and he wanted to get that back.
"I want that too," he admitted.
They sat in silence for a while as the pent up emotions slowly ebbed away.
"So… what did I miss?" he asked teasingly.
She let out a laugh, surprised and his heart filled with warmth at the sound. He used to love making her laugh.
"Where to start…?" she smiled brightly.
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"Wait, I'm confused, after all that, Violet and Huey broke up?" he asked with a frown, sitting cross legged from her on the bed.
"Don't ask," she told him as she took another french fry from the bowl which room service had delivered, "And if you want to save your sanity don't bring it up with either of them."
"I'll bear that in mind. I still can't believe Gos has a kid." Dewey said, amazed.
"I know," she smiled just thinking of Bert. "She's really good with him too, totally dotes on him."
"And by that proud smile, I can tell you're loving being an Auntie?" he pried, grabbing a french frie for himself, and dipping it in the supplied sauce.
"So much. He's such a perfect kid, I know he's only 2, but he's gonna be president someday." she smiled.
Dewey chuckled. "He sure is a cute one."
"You've seen him?" she asked, surprised, then remembering he had some kind of connection with Gosalyn and Honker.
"Yeah, he came charging into my office with Gosalyn in tow. You know," he mused. "If it hadn't been for him, I wouldn't have seen her. I certainly wouldn't have written that letter, or be here with you now. I need to buy him something as a thank you."
"I'm sure he'll just be happy that you're making his Auntie happy," she grinned, laughing as Dewey rolled his eyes at the corny line.
"I doubt that," he grinned. "l'll get him something really good for his next birthday present."
Webby's heart skipped a beat: the fact he was talking about the future excited her, although at the same time it saddened her. Dewey should have been there throughout the pregnancy, dealing with Gosalyn's terrifying mood swings. He should have been there at the birth, supporting Gosalyn as she became a mother, and being there to cheer her up when her own grandmother started to bring her down about having children. He'd have no doubt been Bert's Godfather, an important figure in Bert's life, and yet, here they were, and he didn't know him.
"You alright?" he asked quietly, sensing the change in her mood.
"I'm fine," she promised, "it's just hitting me how much you've missed."
Dewey nodded, looking down, "I know and it's my own fault I wasn't there for any of it, but I'm gonna be there for all the stuff that happens going forward." he vowed. "I'll be there creating new memories."
A smile tugged at her face, and she nodded. "Okay."
"So… is Lena still crazy?"
Webby snorted, how could she have forgotten how easy it was with him? How he had the ability to effortlessly lift her spirits, to make her relax with a single sentence or well-directed smile.
"Oh, she's still out there," she informed him. "But her magic is a lot less unstable than it used to be. Still got that kick-ass streak in her though."
"Did you make new friends in Cape Suzette? Are you okay to be leaving them behind? I mean—"
"I didn't have many friends there," he interrupted her with an embarrassed shrug of a shoulder. "I'd let you guys down, and wasn't in a very 'friendsy' place. Instead I threw myself into work, spending long hours there. I mean I got on alright with the people in the office. Occasionally I'd go for drinks after work, or someone's BBQ, or a basketball game, or something. but I wouldn't consider any of them real friends… not like we had."
A silence settled between them for a moment as Webby absorbed this heart-breaking information. "You must have been so lonely," she said quietly and he shrugged again, not denying it.
"I deserved it," he admitted. "Besides it gave me lots of time to reflect on things… and hey, it made my bosses love me."
"What do you do now?" she went along with his subject change.
"Um," he blushed a little, "I'm actually still with the same company as before."
He cringed, waiting for her reaction.
"What?" she asked, surprised, "But you hated your little cubicle. You did no work, were the office clown…"
"Yeah, but I was good at it, and I guess the long hours at Scrooge's office familiarized me with it. I contemplated leaving the company, and starting afresh but they liked me over there, and I did good. I got transferred back here." he explained.
"So, for these last couple of months, I could have just walked into your old office building? You've been there the whole time." she asked in disbelief. She couldn't believe it, he'd been so close.
He nodded, looking guilty, "I wasn't hiding because I didn't want to see you again, Webbs, I promise. I was just too scared of your reaction, scared you'd hate me more."
"I know," she rubbed his arm before taking the last of the French fries, and moving off the bed to place the dirty plate in the trash.
He watched her as she stretched, a yawn splitting her face in half.
"You're tired," he observed softly, sad this incredible night was coming to an end.
"Well it's past 2AM," she pointed out with a crooked smile.
He looked at the wall clock in surprise. "Wow," he murmured, climbing to his feet. "So, um, did you want me to walk you home or—?" secretly wishing she'd stay.
"Can I stay here?" her dark eyes pleaded as she stepped towards him, into his personal space.
"O-of course." he said, blushing.
She nodded, her hands coming to rest on his warm chest, the need to touch him strong, the need to reassure herself this was real.
"I'm still not ready to be apart just yet," she admitted, her eyes searching his. "And part of me won't believe I've actually found you unless you're here with me in the morning…"
"Okay," he swallowed, understanding, his eyes studying hers intently as she moved closer, a lot closer.
He held his breath, his eyes still frantically searching hers as his heart started to beat faster. The air was becoming thicker, as the atmosphere changed around them. He didn't dare move as he noticed her lean in just a fraction. Was this happening? All his nerve endings were on fire, his lips desperate to taste hers once more, but he needed her to make the first move, her to initiate the contact. He couldn't risk misreading anything and ruining this. He finally had her back, finally, after all these years and no matter how much he wanted this, craved it he wouldn't risk it.
Her hands came up, cupping his cheeks and he swallowed.
"Webbs—" he whispered but she shook her head, silencing him.
Slowly she lowered her lips, pressing them to his. His eyes fluttered closed, as he savored the feeling, letting her take the lead. The kiss was gentle at first, though grew more heated as 3 years of emotions forced their way to the surface. He felt that wonderful spark, that one of a kind connection, and tried to just enjoy it and not overthink it. To immerse himself in the feel of her lips deliciously caressing his.
Eventually the kiss came to an end, and Dewey rested his forehead against hers, his eyes still closed as he tried to regain his composure.
"What was that for?" he asked stupidly, not moving or opening his eyes as he awaited her answer.
"I wanted to see if it was as good as 3 years ago," she murmured.
"And?" he swallowed.
"And," she pulled away, reluctantly he followed suit, opening his eyes. "It was better than I remembered."
He grinned, a warmth spreading through his chest, overjoyed that she had felt it too. That it wasn't all in his head.
"So…?" he tried, his brain unable or possibly just unwilling to voice the questions, and insecurities running through his mind.
"It's late, let's go to sleep and talk more in the morning." she smirked, a teasing glint in her eyes. With that, she placed a gentle lingering kiss on his lips before stepping away from him—but there was something seductive about this particular kiss. Dewey placed 2 fingers on his tingling lips.
"Damn, Webbs," Dewey pounced, sinking against her and pulling her in for a searing kiss.
He hefted her against the wall, and began attacking her lips in a wild frenzy. Her senses kicked into overdrive, and she could feel every drop of lust Dewey was projecting, as his hands pawed over her—he wanted her top gone, he wanted her skirt gone, he wanted to tear her panties off her body, and plunge forward until he couldn't anymore—and Webby was caught gasping for air as he pressed into the softness of her belly. The thought of what they were about to do sent a white hot flare of desire surging through her lower region. Dewey almost melted onto her. She felt a streak hit her low in her belly at the sight of his love drunk expression. There was definitely a powerful sense of lust behind his lidded eyes, and she could feel his tension growing exponentially.
She tipped her head back against the wall, giving Dewey more access to her neck, and Webby's breath hitched when she felt his soft lips finding her sweet spot. She let loose a breathy moan as he attacked the nape of her neck, and Webby closed her eyes as Dewey moved his body against hers. He lifted her slightly, and his free hand slid up her thigh, underneath her skirt.
In one slick motion he slipped her panties aside, and two fingers were buried inside her. She gasped and moaned, and for the second time he took her breath away, catching in her throat. She moved her hips in time with his hand, and her moans increased in volume. Webby felt a tight knot form in her lower region, and she cried out his name as she felt her release.
Dewey smirked against her lips, and he was quick to lift her up against his body. Webby hooked her legs around his torso, and she laughed as he dropped her onto the queen sized bed. Webby ran her hands over his thighs, and unbuckled his belt. He leaned down, and slowly trailed his lips along her neck, and under her jaw, kissing lazily, trying to build the desire. His hand delicately traced her collarbone, dipped over the swell of her breasts, Webby shivered at his feather like strokes—his touches cherished her, made her feel sexy and feminine. He ran his palm down her thigh, over her knee and down her calf, squeezing her foot. Then he used that same hand to curl underneath the small of her back, pulling her hips up into his lap as he lavished more attention to her chest.
She stopped him briefly to slide her tip over her head, throwing it aside. Dewey responded by sliding his own shirt off of his toned body, and Webby blushed.
"Perfect…" Webby murmured, running her hands up and down his toned abs.
After removing his pants, leaving him in a pair of boxers, he leaned back down. "Now where were we?"
"I think we were right here," she mumbled, placing her hands around his neck and drawing him back in.
He sighed in contentment and trailed his nose over her breast, placing light pecks on her flesh along the edge of her bra. His fingers fluttered down to the bow lacing up the top. He kissed more solidly as he drew the unhooked her bra, sliding the straps down her shoulders.
Webby sucked in a breath as his mouth closed over one peak. She couldn't help the pleased moan that escaped her lips. She buried her fingers in his hair, and felt a sharp tooth prick her skin as his tongue ran circles.
He slid his hand over her thigh, placed pecks and nibbles on the side of her knee. The thrill that spiked up through her stomach, originating from her center made her gasp as she felt his arousal press into her through his boxers. He was tugging at her skirt, wanting it gone. Her head felt light and dizzy and for some reason, her vision was just a hint blurry as Dewey finally slid her skirt off of her legs, and tossed it over the side of the bed.
"You're so beautiful." he reminded her, and she blushed crimson.
His warm hands caressed her bare torso, wrapping under her ribs, and sliding down her sides. His face was pressing into her soft breasts, and she found herself breathing deeper than normal, as he continued placing kisses along her skin. She shivered as he reached her navel and kept going. He reached the waistband of her panties, and he shifted her bottom up so he could slide it off. She was left in a pair of black lacy panties.
"May I?" he asked, and Webby felt herself more than comfortable with the idea of Dewey seeing her naked. She gave him a nod, and his eyes never left hers as he eased the panties down her legs, where she kicked them off.
Dewey placed his head between her legs, blowing cool air. Webby squirmed, gripping the blankets in her hands. Oh, that felt incredible. He felt bold, swirled his tongue around her throbbing clit, and she whimpered. He was stoking a fire inside her, and she felt like she was going to burst if something didn't happen soon.
"D-Dewey!" Webby gasped, as she felt her second climax hit her swiftly.
He sat up, clearly pleased with himself.
She shakily propped herself up with one hand, knees still bent around him, reverently tracing her fingers along his muscles to explore him just as much as he had for her. She looked at him shyly and began pulling his boxers down. He gave her a kiss, and kicked them off.
Webby bit her lip and let her fingers drift downward. Dewey rolled his head back and groaned a little—it had been ages since he had been intimate with someone.
"Keep doing that, and I'm totally not going to last very long," he moaned with a grin.
"Sorry," she said, prying her hands away.
"I said I wasn't going to last long, I didn't tell you to stop," he teased. "But that's okay."
He guided her back onto the bed, sprawling her out underneath him. They began kissing again, and Webby murmured against his lips.
"Protection?" she whispered.
He reached over to the hotel's nightstand, which provided guests with headphones, a small water bottle, and yes, some condoms. He quickly retrieved a little packet, tore it open and rolled the slip of latex into place with one hand, the other gliding between her legs.
"You ready, Webbs?" he asked, his voice raspy.
"I've been ready for 3 years, Dewey." she managed, barely comprehending his words due to the hand in between her legs.
He proceeded to nuzzle her neck, nipping and trailing his tongue behind her ear and along her jaw, sending tingles and shivers down Webby's spine. He was incredibly good at necking and it made her body slacken even more. She let herself fully open the channels and his emotions washed through her, his calm assurance warming and his excitement seeping in as he anticipated the moment. His fingers gently worked between her legs.
His hips shifted, his knees parted her legs and he pressed up against her. Webby couldn't help the little intake of air and he breathed in her ear.
Webby gasped as he slid inside, going very slowly, until he was all the way in. She let out a breathy moan, and he pulled back and pushed forward once, very gently. Webby rocked underneath him.
"Oh… D-Dewey," she hissed, her nails digging into his skin.
He moved slowly, back and forth, letting her get used to the sensation. Her legs curled up around his hips and she closed her eyes, It felt like he belonged there, each time he drew almost out she just wanted him to sink back in. She started lifting her hips to intercept him higher, her hands sliding down to his lower back, guiding him.
He chuckled. "I can't move when you just keep pressing my hips to yours," he said.
"O-oh," she flushed, embarrassed.
"It's cute," he teased.
She scoffed. He responded by shifting his hands underneath her, raising her bottom and pushing as deep as he could go.
Webby rolled her head back, her mouth dropping open.
"You're so beautiful," Dewey whispered in her ear cheekily. She could only respond with a moan.
She let herself get lost in his movements, let herself open up and read everything he was broadcasting. His emotions flowing through her essence, and mingling with her own made it seem like it was physically possible for his body to merge with hers. She felt another wave crash over her as Dewey began moving steadily. She held onto his shoulders, her mouth attaching to his throat, riding the crest of sensation and emotion the faster his body met hers.
"F-faster," she murmured into his ear. He restarted his tempo, placing open-mouthed kisses along her neck and jaw, each lick and bite sending a shockwave like a spark, reverberating through her body.
"Do you know how much I've missed you? How many times I've daydreamed about this moment?" he asked between kisses, never stopping the rhythm of his hips.
She felt herself melt at his words. "I've… I've thought about this too," she admitted, blushing. Her head fell back, and her mind felt thick and murky. She felt her body surrender to him.
His responses became urgent, faster and faster and she met his every move, took every plunge with a gasp. He was tightly wound, high strung and on the edge of something she couldn't comprehend.
"Webbs, I can't hold… back!" Dewey managed.
"Go," she whispered, stroking her fingers through his hair, holding the back of his head. "It's okay."
Dewey gently rubbed her clit, and she threw her head back, crying out loud. At the same time, she felt his tension drain away—it took tremendous effort for him to hold his release at bay, and she could almost taste his relief as his body primed and took off. His hands gripped the pillow under her head, and his tempo became stronger and deeper. He felt her pulsing deeply around him, and he smirked. He finally pushed one last time against her, and then fell into an exhausted heap. He collapsed on top of her, his head tucked into her shoulder.
"I love you, Webby," he slurred into her neck.
"I love you too. So much." she whispered.
She winded down, her heart still beating wildly in her ribcage, her mind slowly clearing as her nails gently scratched Dewey's back.
"Damn… that was…" he lifted up and looked into her face, brushing some of her hair behind her ear as he supported himself on one arm.
"It was amazing," she finished.
"Um, I better…" he looked down, blushing.
She nodded. He slipped out of her carefully, and rolled to the side. "I'll be right back."
He quickly headed to the bathroom, and returned in a minute. As he slipped into her bed, Webby hugged him around the neck. She pecked him on the cheek, and he kissed her forehead, wrapping his arms around her. Tonight, he'd gotten more than he could have ever hoped. He couldn't believe this was real.
As she took his hand and smiled at him, he knew that for the first time in 3 years he was going to sleep well.
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So our blue boy has found some happiness… in sex
Joking!
Until next time!
—Jordan ;)
