Yey another day, another chapter. A HUGE thank you to the reviews i'm getting! It means a lot to me.
I wrote this chapter today by the way. I'm pretty proud of myself because i wasn't looking forward to this chapter as my notes for it merely said 'Bov/Lucy argue. They make up. Libby all worn out. Matt confused why.'
My own fault really for not writing more but never fear... CHAPTER NINE IS NEXT AND I'M ABOUT TO UPLOAD IT IN A MINUTE AND YOU GET TO MEET DON YEY EVERYONE PARTY.

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Café et Fraises

Chapter Eight

Reconciliation

Lucy didn't want to sit up because that would mean movement and movement most certainly meant puking all over the living room floor.

'How's the 'ead?' asked Pete, much too loudly for Lucy's liking as he bounced purposely onto the sofa beside her.

'Let's just say, I'll be ramming yours up your arse if you bounce like that again,' she threatened, eyes meeting Pete's humorous blue ones.

'Whatever you say,' the blonde grinned back, grabbing the cushion from beneath her head and whacking her with it. Lucy groaned, rolling onto her side with her eyes squeezed shut.

'I swear, Peter,' she muttered, feeling nausea building up inside her. It passed after a moment, letting Lucy open her eyes without feeling too dizzy. Now, she saw two other pairs of feet and looked up to see Bovver slumped in the armchair, Dave leaning against the counter. 'Hey guys,' she smiled weakly, finally heaving herself upright. Lucy pressed her hand to her throbbing skull and sighed.

Hang overs were not cool. Had no scientist found a way around them yet?

'So,' grinned Dave. ''Ave fun at the club?'

'Hmm... Yeah,' replied Lucy, 'if you call sitting at the bar all night with men randomly making passes at you, fun.'

'Did you meet anyone?' Dave pressed. 'Did Libby?'

'Some guy named Todd.'

'Who?' asked Dave. 'You or Libby?'

'Oh,' Lucy said, 'Libby met Todd and went home with him.' Pete and Dave looked at each other and Lucy felt that there was something she didn't know about. 'What? Tell me.'

'Swill won't be happy,' said Dave tersely. 'He's quite mad on Libs, you know.'

'Yeah, I figured.'

'I think… he was planning on asking her out. He's been in a mood all day after you told him that she was with Todd.'

'He's probably making a voodoo doll,' put in Pete. Lucy, painfully, rolled her eyes.

'When did I tell him?' she asked.

'Before you passed out,' snickered Pete. 'Jeez, can't you hold your drink? I thought you were a Dunham for Christ sakes!'

'I am a Dunham,' she pouted, trying to ignore her pounding head. 'But there's only so much a girl can take. Not everyone has enough room in their big heads to fill with alcohol you know.'

'You're quick on the mark today, you know, Luce,' smiled Pete, before getting to his feet. 'You better slow down before you trip and er… knock your 'ead.'

'Very funny,' she muttered.

'Come on, you two,' said Pete, checking his watch. 'Better go make sure Swill hasn't made any voodoo shit.' He bashed his elbow playfully into Lucy's head, causing her to clamp her hand over her mouth to stop herself from hurling.

'Don't do that ever again,' she hissed between her fingers as the three men moved towards the door. Getting slowly to her feet, Lucy stared at Bovver for a moment, only just realizing he hadn't said anything the whole time. 'Bovver?'

The dark haired man turned and looked her up and down. 'What?' he asked bluntly. Yes, there was definitely something up with him.

'I want a word. Sit down.' If he was going to be a jackass, then so could she. He paused, unmoving for a moment before he sighed.

'I'll meet you there,' he muttered to Pete. Moving back to the sofa, he sat down, staring aimlessly at the floor.

Lucy could tell Bovver was pissed off by the little furrow on his brow and the little upturned corners of his lips.

Lucy also had a good idea on why he was pissed off.

'Come on, Bov,' she sighed, running a hand through her hair. 'You gunna tell me what's wrong?'

'There's nothin' wrong,' he replied sharply. Lucy rolled her eyes with a forced laugh.

'Yeah, because everyone's so cheery with that expression.'

'Shut up.'

'Oooh,' she replied, before realising how much like Libby she sounded. Moving over to the sofa, Lucy sat herself down next to him. 'Bov, I'm not stupid-'

'You're the problem,' he snapped suddenly, staring hard at his hands. 'Are you just going to act like we never happened?' he demanded. Lucy frowned.

'Are you actually going to explain what you're talking about, or am I going to pretend I'm physic and guess?' Bovver flashed her a dark look.

'Don't you care about you and me anymore?' he asked her. 'After everything we've been through… everything we've done together and then you run off to a bar doing what you can to get laid.'

'I beg your pardon?'

'Who knows what you did out there.' Lucy stared at him in disbelief.

'Excuse me?' she said in a low voice. 'Don't you trust me?'

'It's just-'

'Don't!' she snapped, voice octave. 'Don't you dare say another word.' The two stared at each other. 'You don't trust me.'

'It's not that,' he replied, his eyes dark.

'Do you actually think I would just forget about you? Turn away from what we had and make a new start.'

'You did make a new start,' he reminded her.

'And look where that got me! With a violent boyfriend miles away from my family. Great new start that turned out to be.'

Lucy got to her feet and glared at him, now able to ignore her aching head as her anger swelled. 'One of the reasons I came back was because of you, Bovver,' she said in a low voice. 'I knew it would be awkward at first and I knew it would take some getting used to, but this- For fuck sakes, Bov. We're grown up's now. Adults. We should be able to have a discussion without ripping each others hair out. Yes, I love you dearly but-'

The rest of her words were cut off by Bovver slamming his lips against hers, his hands crushing her waist against his. It took Lucy by surprise so she didn't respond for a moment, but when realization hit her, she kissed him back just as hard.

All the tension and awkwardness and feelings that had built up over the weeks she'd been back suddenly erupted between their lips, causing what felt like sparks to explode in Lucy's stomach as she pushed herself against him, wanting every piece of him. The kiss seemed to last forever but they didn't care. When it did end, Lucy shut her eyes, her breathing hard.

'Oh,' was all she could say.

It was silent for a moment, before Bovver shifted away a little. 'Best get to the Abbey; lads will be wondering where I am.'

'I'll catch you up,' she replied, watching as he nodded and moved towards the door. She didn't try and stop him. She was still trying to escape the whirlwind she suddenly found herself caught in. Lucy heard the front door shut and she grinned. Then she squealed.

Then she did a little dance into the kitchen, grabbing the first aid box from the cupboard for some headache tablets.

Oh was all that summed it up.

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Swill was at the Abbey, but making voodoo dolls, of Todd, he was not. Instead, he was staring hard at the snoozing form of Libby by his side and running through all the reasons she would be so tired.

Just getting over the effects of the date rape pill?

Todd had tried to kidnap her and she had run all through the night?

Todd was actually some mutant and Libby had had to fight to the death?

Or… the more logical answer; she had had a very pleasurable, long, hot fuck with the stupid prick called Todd.

Swill pulled a face and crossed his arms over his chest with a 'hmpf'.

'Why's she sleeping?' asked Lucy as she sat down on the stool. Swill was instantly suspicious as he stared at her grin, her face flushed, eyes twinkling.

'Why are you happy?' he glared. 'Happy isn't good. I'm not happy. I feel like…. being sexually frustrated and being in Connections or something and staring at a plastic vagina and knowing full well I can't 'ave it because it's plastic and wouldn't be that pleasurable at all.'

Lucy stared at him for a moment. 'Okay…' she said slowly. 'Say you're… you. And you're a little frustrated because… Libby is a plastic vagina and out of bounds?'

'Got it in one,' he grumbled, glaring into his beer.

'I don't want to be plastic,' Libby grumbled, yawning widely and opening her brown eyes. 'What's this about plastic fannies?'

'Nothing,' said Lucy quickly. 'Drink?'

'Please,' Libby yawned, shutting her eyes again. Swill cast her a disgruntled look as the dark haired girl fell asleep again.

'Why's she so tired?' frowned Matt, putting his glass down. 'Clubbing never made me that tired.'

'You went clubbing?' Pete snorted into his drink.

'Yeah,' Matt replied defensively. 'I went with my friends.'

'You 'ad friends?' smirked Bovver.

'Shut it,' the Yank muttered, ears pink. 'Why's she so tired?'

'Let's just say,' smiled Dave, who was very much a brother figure to Libby right now. 'She didn't get much sleep last night.'

'Why? It's just dancing!'

'Oh, for fuck sakes,' muttered Bovver. 'She obviously wasn't dancing, was she?' Matt stared back at him. Bovver pulled a face. 'She was shaggin' him, dick face. Hence the reason she needs to catch up on sleep.'

'Ah,' blushed Matt, glancing at Libby and away again.

'It was good,' mumbled Libby. 'All night long. I didn't even get his number.'

'I hope you used protection,' frowned Lucy.

'Always,' the dark haired woman replied, rolling onto her side with her head against Swill's arm. 'I don't want any STD's.'

Lucy laughed, even though it hurt her brain to. She wished those headache tablets would kick in.

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But will everything be okay for Swill and Libby in the end? Read the next chapter to find out.

I'm eating a Hershey bar. My mum brought it me. She is my Best Friend For Life x!