Lainey, CB, and Glascott come up with a scheme to stop the rumors. Lainey learns a secret CB's been keeping from her.
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"Wonder why John wants to see us?" She asks as they wait in Glascott's office after school.
"I think it's pretty obvious, Lain," he answers, loosening the knot of his tie.
"Yeah, well, just hoping I'm wrong." She smiles and straightens her blazer she's wearing over her white sundress. Her eyebrows knit together with apprehension.
She's managed to make it through an entire day's worth of classes with their secret all the buzz around school. She's had her fair share of lingering stares from several pubescent boys as well as snide remarks from the Pinkies in her choir class. To say it was hard to teach amid the rumors swirling about her and CB would be an understatement at this point.
"How did you fare today?" he asks her when she doesn't answer him.
"Oh, you know, Aaron Rubin stared at me longingly without blinking for forty-five minutes straight while Gina Rivera kept making crude gestures when she thought I wasn't looking, but other than that, I think I fared quite well. You?"
"Ronnie and the other jocks have officially declared me 'the man,' but you know I don't place value in those sort of things." He presses his lips into a hard line, but she knows he's loving the fact that everyone knows about their secret now and he's getting attention from the cool kids.
"That's great," she remarks sarcastically. "You get all the glory while I'm branded with the scarlet number. Some things never change, I guess."
"It's scarlet letter, not number." He chuckles. "But if it helps, all the girls are now asking to sit up front and a few of them kept sliding pens off their desks when I walked by, so I'd bend over and pick them up. It was fifth period before I finally caught on to what they were doing."
"You can be rather oblivious sometimes, Charlie Brown," she says, rolling her eyes. "It's a wonder you ever got a girlfriend in the first place… and how long did that take by the way?"
"Oh, I was just waiting for this girl I was really into to realize she was madly in love with me," he says, reaching over and sliding his hand on top of hers.
"Too bad she's still trying to make up her mind." She cocks an eyebrow at him.
"Is that right?" He leans over toward her, a certain hint of mischief gleaming in his eyes. "How do you suppose I can convince her then?
"I can think of a few ways." She leans toward his lips.
"Well, you should be thinking of ways to convince me why I shouldn't fire you two right on the spot!" Glascott interrupts them, barreling into his office. He shuts the door behind him and takes a seat at his desk. "I've heard nothing but rumors all day about you two - and I quote - 'gettin' jiggy' on every single surface of this school. Frankly, it has me worried Johnny Atkins won't be able to keep up."
He looks down at his desk, back up at CB and Lainey, and then grabs a tissue, frantically wiping its surface like a madman.
Lainey eyes her boss with disgust, hardly believing he would entertain the notion of them doing the deed on his desk.
"We're sorry, John," CB says, flustered. "I take full responsibility for the rumors. One of the Pinkies, Jessica, caught Lainey and me kissing this morning, and I know we shouldn't have been fraternizing at work, but…"
"So it's true? You two are a thing?" Glascott tosses the tissue into the bin beside his desk and leans forward in his chair.
They both nod, stealing a glance at each other.
"But none of those rumors are true, John," CB assures him. "I swear."
"Except for the one about us in the janitor's closet," Lainey blurts out before she realizes it, and CB winces, placing his head in his free hand. She quickly tries to redeem herself. "But we stopped because I was still dating Barry at the time, so technically no 'jiggy' was gotten."
"Okay, I've heard just about enough!" Glascott stands up from his chair. "The two of you are forbidden to be near each other at school. I don't even want you to be seen together until these rumors die down. Let's just hope the Board doesn't get wind of this!"
"That's not fair, John!" Lainey stands up to meet him, gesturing with her arms. "Rick and Julie work here and you've never said anything to them, and CB and I are literally right across the hall from each other!"
"Rick and Julie didn't have rumors spreading about them, now did they?" Glascott retorts.
He's got a point there, she figures.
"I've got an idea," CB interjects. They both turn to look at him. "What if we stage a break-up in the hall so that everyone sees?"
"Then everyone will think you're splits-ville!" Glascott appears thoughtful, giving her boyfriend a high-five. "I like your thinking, CB! It could work!"
"Really?" Lainey says, trying to make them see reason. "If we 'break up,' then won't us being seen together start up the rumors all over again?"
"We can at least try it," CB says, grabbing her hand again. "It could be kinda fun… you know, bickering at each other."
"Just like old times." She rolls her eyes. "I guess we could give it a try, but let's do it tomorrow in the cafeteria, so we get as much of an audience as possible."
"Yes, perfect." He nods in agreement and squeezes her hand.
"Glad that's settled," Glascott replies, almost mockingly. He takes them both by the shoulders and pushes them toward the door. "Now, if you'll excuse me, TAF-KAP's performing on the Rosie O'Donnell Show today and I don't want to miss it."
"TAF-KAP?" CB asks her after Glascott shuts the door and heads out for the day.
"The Artist Formerly Known as Prince, dummy," she answers, walking toward the outer doors of the office.
"Oh, right…" he says, somewhat confused. He follows after her. "Would you like me to drive you home this afternoon?"
"Wouldn't that be violating our not-being-seen-together order?"
"Well, yeah, but I could walk out to the car first and then you could come out a few minutes later," he says, emphasizing his point with his hands. "Then, we'd technically be in a car not at work anymore."
"Leave it to Charlie Brown to find a loophole in all of this." She agrees to his plan, sizing him up with her eyes. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were just trying to get laid again."
"No, of course not." He laughs anxiously.
She turns on her heel and struts back to her classroom, hearing him quip behind her, "But you can't blame a guy for trying, right?"
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"What's this tie doing here?" She notices a tie decorated with crayon renderings of Planet Earth on his dashboard. She picks it up and runs her hands along the smooth surface. "It wasn't here this morning."
"Oh, I forgot to tell you… Paloma brought it back to me during lunch," he answers her nonchalantly. He pulls the car into a parking space outside her apartment and kills the engine. He grabs the tie from her, throwing it back on the dashboard. "Seems I left it at her place last week."
They both empty the car and begin walking toward the entrance to the stairs. He extends his right hand toward her, and she slinks her hand into his.
"What was your tie doing at her place?" She questions, nibbling her lower lip. She's not sure, but she has a gnawing suspicion as to why.
"Uh… well..." He seems to be stalling.
"CB, why was your tie at her place?" She pulls on his arm, making him face her at the bottom of the stairs.
"Why else would it be there, Lainey?" He sighs, his cheeks turning bright red, and looks away from her.
"You… you big, ole… meanie!" She curses herself for her pathetic choice of words, but it's all she can muster at the moment.
She rips her hand out of his and dashes up the stairs before flinging open her apartment door. She furiously rids herself of her blazer and throws it on the floor.
"Lainey…" He appears in the doorway. She can't believe she didn't shut the door behind her and subsequently lock him out.
"You slept with Paloma?" She's on the verge of tears.
"Only once." He gives her a sorrowful expression, taking several cautious steps into the apartment. He closes the door behind him.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I didn't think it was important. I'm sorry," he assures her, pulling her into his arms.
"Sleeping with someone isn't important?" She peers up at him, sheer hurt filling her eyes.
"That's not what I meant, Lainey." He sighs heavily. "I didn't think it was important to us, to our relationship."
"So you were hiding it from me?"
"No… I was going to tell you eventually."
"Eventually… you mean, when I'm old and gray and too frail to kick you in the balls."
"Something like that." He laughs, but flinches as if worried she may do it anyway. She hasn't completely ruled it out at this point.
"But you told me all of the other times you've had sex were a disaster."
"It was a disaster," he says in an attempt to defend himself. "It was quick and embarrassing, and I'm surprised she even stuck around afterward."
Her head then falls to her hands, and she begins to sob. She wiggles out of his embrace and pushes him away from her. She busies herself with cleaning up the breakfast she'd prepared for him that morning and angrily throws the dishes into the sink.
As she pours the lukewarm orange juice down the drain, he grabs her elbows from behind.
"Lainey…"
She realizes his body is now pressed against her back, the warmth of him overwhelming her senses. He brushes the soft hair back from her right shoulder and kisses the delicate flesh it reveals. She sucks in a breath. The glass she's holding tumbles into the sink with a loud clang.
"This morning… when we made love…" he pulls down the strap of her dress to expose her shoulder, his lips following in perfect sync. He whispers against her skin, "It was the most amazing… mind-blowing experience of my life."
Her body responds to his voice, sending ripples of goosebumps up her neck and down her torso.
"And I must say, Miss Lainey Lewis, you put all other girls to shame."
He presses himself against her bottom, and she lets out a whimper as his hands descend the sides of her white dress. His breath quickens as he grazes the area under her arms, possibly realizing she's not wearing a bra.
"See what you do to me?"
"Mmm," she purrs, raising a hand to his cheek, and traces a line along his stubble with her forefinger. Her nipples harden, and despite her anger, she can barely control the desire now rushing throughout her being.
"You want to know what the biggest difference between you and Paloma is?" He hums against her neck and sucks at her pulse point, letting his right finger climb steadily underneath the hem of her dress.
"W-what?" She begins to pant, her voice barely above a whisper, her chest heaving with uneven breaths. She arches her back slightly as his hand travels between her legs.
"I'm in love with you, Lewis. I've always loved you," he speaks softly into her ear and scales down the back of her neck with his tongue. "I tried to make it work with her, but something always felt off. You're the only one I'll ever want... for the rest of my life."
He's always had a way with words, but what he's just said leaves her utterly speechless.
She shivers and inches her legs apart, allowing him better access. Her breath hitches in her throat as he pulls back her underwear and begins to massage her clit with the pads of his fingers.
"Oh, God, CB…"
She leans forward against the counter, spreading her legs further apart. He runs his fingers around the rim of her lips and slides one of them inside her, slowly pumping in and out. She's still sore from their morning session of lovemaking, but the pain soon subsides as he continues.
"CB… oh, fuck." She clutches the edge of the sink with both hands so hard, she can see the whites of her knuckles. "More p-please…"
Obligingly, he slips another finger inside her, twisting and bending them, causing her eyes to roll to the back of her head. He returns to rubbing her clit with his thumb.
"Feels good, Lewis?" He groans against her back, running his free hand up to grab onto her shoulder for better leverage.
"Yesssss," she hisses through her teeth, bucking against his hand. "CB, please, please…"
He immediately removes his fingers, and she hears the sound of him unfastening his khakis. He slithers one hand down the contours of her back, and she realizes he's going to take her from behind. Her center achingly throbs in want and anticipation. When his hand reaches the hem of her dress, he pulls it up to her hips and slides her underwear down her legs. She quickly kicks them aside.
"Lainey, I've never done it this way before," he kisses her neck.
"I haven't either."
She rises up on her tiptoes and reaches in between her legs. He grunts as her hands clasp onto him and push the tip to her entrance. He carefully lifts her leg and hitches it behind his hip, gliding into her, a plethora of obscenities ejecting from his lips as he goes. She never heard him swear so much in her life.
"Lainey, you feel... so amazing." His voice sounds somewhat strained.
"Then what are you waiting for, dummy?" She commands, shuddering beneath him.
He places his forehead against her back, giving it a tender kiss.
"Please…" she mews in response, pushing back into him, wanting him to continue badly.
Moving unhurriedly at first, he gradually builds up speed as he begins to pull in and out of her. She moans loudly and meets his rhythm, pressing back into him as he fully sheathes himself inside her over and over again. She can hardly fathom how amazing he feels in this position; it's deep and passionate and so extremely hot. She could easily drown in the pleasure now surging through every cell of her body.
Their bodies continue to move together in perfect harmony against the kitchen counter for several minutes. She trails a hand down in between her legs, stroking herself. She's so keyed up by their position and the lustful sounds he's making; she's nearly there already.
He suddenly grabs her neck gently and pulls her body flush with his.
"I love you, Lainey, with all that I have." His lips kiss her shoulder. His teeth soon replace them as he leans them both forward and comes hard with one final thrust. She follows him, her orgasm soaring over her in steady waves.
"Holy crap, CB." She giggles, throwing her head back against him, and his head falls to her shoulder. "That was..."
"I know." He smiles against her skin. "We have to do that again and as many times as possible."
"Definitely," she says, and he pulls out of her, lowering her leg to the floor.
She scoots over and watches him as he washes up at the sink before reaching down to pull back on her underwear.
"So… am I forgiven?" He smirks, wiping off his hands with a kitchen towel.
"Yes, you most certainly are, Charlie Brown," she whispers, circling her arms around his neck. "Let's make up like that every time, okay?"
"Deal."
He combs back a few stray hairs out of her eyes and takes her face into his palms, planting one lingering kiss to her lips.
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I've always had this headcanon that CB and Lainey wouldn't be able to keep their hands off each other once they got together. I mean, what else do they need to talk about, right? But I digress. Hope you enjoyed this chapter! Thank you for reading! ~ Dazzy xxoo