The Roosevelt: 9:00 AM
The warm California shone through the white curtains of our suite, casting its warm glow on our naked bodies. Connor slowly opened his eyes, yawning. I was on my side, facing away from him, snoozing soundly. Connor chuckled, scooching over, gently pressing his lips to the back of my neck. I moaned softly, squirming, not waking up. Connor kissed my neck again, gently running his fingers up my leg.
'Becca-Boo…' he crooned softly, 'time ta wake up, beautiful.'
I moaned softly, still not waking up. Connor chuckled, pressing his lips to my ear.
'Rebecca…' he purred, 'wakey-wakey my Pretty Princess.'
I whined softly. I curled into a ball, burying my face in my knees. Connor frowned.
'Jesus, yer stubbo
'Jesus, yer stubborn…' he muttered.
I snorted. I stirred slightly, still not waking up. Connor sighed. Gently, he rolled me onto my back, hovering over me. He leaned his head down slowly, gently pressing his lips to mine. That did it. I slowly opened my eyes, looking up at him sleepily. Connor smiled.
'Good mornin', beautiful,' he said softly, stroking my cheek.
I moaned sleepily. I looked over at the clock, groaning when I saw what time it was.
'Connor…' I whined, 'it's nine in the morning…'
'We're on vacation, love,' said Connor, 'I don't want ye sleepin' in.'
I groaned. I rolled over onto my side again, closing my eyes. Connor sighed.
'Come on, sweetie,' he coaxed, 'ye need ta wake up.'
'No,' I said angrily, 'I'm not a morning person. Leave me alone.'
'Come on, baby,' said Connor, 'we got a lot ta do while we're 'ere. Ye need ta wake up.'
'Five more minutes,' I said, 'I promise.'
Connor sighed, sounding very irritated.
'Fine,' he growled, 'but that's all tha time I'm givin' ye.'
I smiled triumphantly.
'Can you do me a favour, baby?' I asked.
'Yes, love?' said Connor.
'Will you cuddle with me?' I asked, 'I can't sleep unless you're next to me.'
Connor smiled.
'O' course I can,' he said.
I smiled sleepily. Connor wrapped his arms around me, pulling me in close, sighing sleepily. I lifted my head slightly, looking at him.
'Thank you,' I said softly.
Connor smiled.
'Anytime, beautiful,' he said, kissing my forehead.
I laughed softly. I buried my face in Connor's neck, gently kissing his Virgin Mary tattoo. Connor beamed, burying his nose in my hair. I was just drifting off into sleep when there was a loud banging on the door. Connor and I jumped, falling out of bed.
'WHAT THA FUCK?!' roared Connor.
'Come on, guys!' said a voice, 'breakfast is ready!'
I groaned.
'Greenly…' I mumbled.
'Come on!' said Greenly, still banging on the door, 'get dressed and let's go!'
'GIVE US FIVE MORE MINUTES!' roared Connor.
'No! Now!' said Greenly, banging louder, 'we got a lot to do and a lot to see!'
'I SAID FIVE MORE FUCKIN' MINUTES, ASSHOLE!' snarled Connor.
'Nope!' said Greenly, 'I'm not going away until you say that you're coming out!'
Connor growled. He looked over at me.
'Come on, love,' he said, 'we gotta go ta Murph's room.'
I growled sleepily. I stood up, grabbing my panties and putting them on before grabbing Connor's favourite black t-shirt, pulling it over my head.
'I'm sorry, love,' said Connor in an apologetic tone, 'we can cuddle later.'
I snorted angrily as I washed my face. I tied my hair in a messy bun, muttering curse words under my breath.
'Stupid Greenly…' I snarled, stomping out of the bathroom.
Connor looked up at me to give me a scolding. Instead, he gasped.
'Baby Doll…' he breathed.
I frowned.
'What?' I said, sounding very confused.
Connor beamed.
'That's me favourite shirt,' he said happily, 'ye wore tha' tha nigh' ye confessed tha' ye loved me.'
I laughed.
'Yeah,' I said, 'I remember.'
Connor smiled.
'I still remember our first kiss, too,' he said.
I giggled.
'You do, do you?' I teased.
Connor nodded.
'Aye,' he said, 'an' I still get those same butterflies I go' when I firs' laid me eyes on ye.'
I blushed. Connor walked over to me, wrapping his arms tightly around my waist. He pulled me in close, kissing my forehead.
'I love ye, Rebecca,' he said, burying his nose in my hair.
I smiled.
'I love you, too, Connor,' I said.
Connor smiled.
'Come on,' he said, 'I'm starvin'.'
I looked up at him.
'Will you piggy-back me?' I said innocently, batting my lashes.
Connor grinned. He turned around, kneeling in front of me.
'Hop on, Honey Buns,' he said.
I laughed. I jumped up on Connor's back, clinging to him tightly.
'Let's go!' I declared.
Connor laughed merrily. He ran to Murphy's room. I laughed the whole way there, gently kicking his hips like a horse/
'Whee!' I cried.
Connor came running full-speed into Murphy's room. Emily looked up from her pancakes.
'Good morning, you two,' she laughed.
'Since when was tha Roosevelt Shinin' Time Station?' teased Murphy.
'Since now,' I retorted, kissing Connor's neck.
Murphy rolled his eyes deeply. Emily looked at him, a scolding look in her eyes.
'Murphy, don't be mean,' she said sternly.
'I wasn't bein' mean,' retorted Murphy, shovelling more pancake into his mouth.
Emily sighed. She reached over and flicked his nose.
'Ow!' cried Murphy.
I giggled. I jumped off Connor's back, sitting down next to my sister before grabbing my plate. Just then, Michael walked in followed by Jane.
'Sorry we're late,' yawned Michael, sitting down, 'the elevator was being a bitch so we had to take the fucking stairs.'
Isabelle shuddered.
'I fucking hate elevators…' she said nervously.
'I don't mind them,' said Michael as Jane sat in his lap, 'I bitched at the people in the lobby about it, though.'
'Yeah, well, you're not claustrophobic,' snapped Isabelle.
'I rarely panic in elevators,' shrugged Michael.
'Lucky fucking you,' griped Isabelle, 'I refuse to take elevators.'
Michael opened his mouth to respond, but he was interrupted by the rumbling of his stomach.
'Man, I'm hungry…' he said, 'what's for breakfast'
'Pancakes,' smiled Emily.
'Awesome!' said Michael.
Emily laughed. Just then, Paul came walking in, yawning and stretching.
'Greenly, I am deducting your pay for this,' he growled sleepily.
Jane beamed.
'Good morning, Daddy,' she said sweetly.
Paul smiled. He sat down next to his daughter, grabbing his plate.
'Good morning, Jelly Bean,' he said, kissing her on the cheek.
'Jelly Bean,' repeated Michael, 'that's adorable.'
Jane smiled.
'He's been calling me that since I was four years old,' she said, looking over at her father.
Michael smiled. He reached over with his free hand, resting it on Jane's back.
'How did I get so lucky to be with someone like you?' he asked.
Jane laughed.
'Fate,' she answered.
Michael smiled.
'I love you,' he said, kissing her on the cheek.
'I love you, too, Michael,' said Jane.
'Enough wit' tha lovey-dovey shit,' snarled Murphy, 'it's too fuckin' early.'
'Murphy, stop it,' scolded Emily.
'Ha!' laughed Michael, 'Murphy's getting in trouble!'
Murphy glared at Michael. Emily raised her hand, swatting him upside the head.
'No glaring,' she said sternly.
Murphy whined.
'Stop hitting me…' he said.
Connor burst out laughing at his brother. Murphy looked over at hi, sticking his tongue out at him. Michael chuckled.
'This is more entertaining than TV!' he laughed.
Murphy whined. Romeo laughed.
'Quit your whining, Holmes,' he teased.
Murphy pouted. He folded his arms, huffing angrily.
'Murphy, stop,' said Emily.
'No!' said Murphy.
Connor gasped.
'Murph!' he said, 'yer no' listenin' ta 'er?!'
'Fuck ye, Connor,' grouched Murphy.
Michael laughed.
'Since when did you turn five?' he teased.
Murphy huffed.
'Settle down, Murphy,' scolded Emily.
'NO!' said Murphy.
Emily sighed. She walked over to her luggage, pulling out a green teddy bear. She walked back over to the table, holding the bear in front of her.
'Look, Murphy,' she said.
Murphy looked up. He gasped excitedly.
'You packed Buddy!' he exclaimed.
'Yes, I did,' said Emily, handing the bear to Murphy, 'I thought it would be a nice surprise.'
'Yay!' said Murphy, hugging the bear tight.
'I don't like it when my baby is un-happy,' said Emily, stroking Murphy's hair, 'and I know that Buddy always cheers you up.'
Murphy smiled.
'Yer tha best, baby,' he said, kissing Emily on the cheek.
Emily blushed.
'Stop it…' she whimpered.
Murphy laughed.
'Nope,' he said, nipping her earlobe, 'yer cute when ye blush.'
'Murphy…' moaned Emily, 'don't…'
'Nuh-uh!' said Murphy, nipping harder.
Emily giggled.
'Stop it!' she squealed, 'Murphy!'
Murphy laughed.
'I love it when yer feisty,' he purred, kissing her neck.
'An' dey say tha' I'm bay wit' public sex,' said Connor, rolling his eyes.
'You are one naughty little boy,' purred Emily.
Murphy chuckled.
'Ye know it, Princess,' he said.
Emily giggled. Murphy put the bear down, pulling Emily to straddle his lap. He kissed her neck, running his hands up her sides.
'Yer a naughty little girl,' he purred seductively, 'a very naughty little girl.'
'How so?' mused Emily.
Murphy growled softly. Emily laughed.
'Thought so,' she teased, nipping the tip of Murphy's nose.
Murphy grumbled. Connor laughed.
'Look!' he teased, 'he's flustered!'
I glared. I swatted him upside the head with my free hand.
'Ow!' said Connor.
'Behave, mister,' I scolded.
Connor growled.
'Fine…' he said.
I smiled.
'Good,' I said, returning to my breakfast.'
Emily moaned softly as Murphy used his mouth and hands to explore her. Murphy cupped her ass, chuckling when he felt lace on his fingers.
'Ye naughty little bitch,' he snarled teasingly, 'why didn' ye tell me ye were wearin' these?'
'Because I thought you'd rip them,' said Emily.
Murphy chuckled.
'I would, would I?' he mused.
'You ripped my blue pair,' said Emily cooly.
'Tha' was yer fault,' said Murphy, 'ye were teasin' me.'
'Me?' said Emily, 'that was all you, mister.'
'I can' 'elp it, love,' said Murphy innocently, 'yer beautiful.'
Emily giggled. Murphy laughed.
'Tha' fuckin' giggle o' yers,' he mused.
Emily growled playfully.
'What about it?' she challenged.
Murphy growled back.
'T'is fuckin' cute is wha' it is,' he said.
Emily laughed. Murphy picked Buddy up. He pressed its nose to Emily's, laughing like a child. Emily giggled.
'Murphy…' she protested.
'What?' said Murphy, 'Buddy wanted ta give ye a kiss.'
'But I don't want to kiss Buddy,' said Emily, 'I want to kiss you.'
Murphy smiled.
'You'll always get ta kiss me, baby,' he said.
Emily laughed. Murphy cupped the back of her head, pulling her lips to his. Michael and Connor cleared their throats. Emily pulled back, rolling her eyes.
'Prudes…' she griped.
Michael smirked. He finished the last of his pancakes, shoving the plate away. Connor looked at his brother and his soon to be sister-in-law with an accusing look in his eyes.
'When Rebecca an' I show public affection, it's fuckin' Armageddon,' he said, 'but when ye two do it, it's nothin'. I 'ad ta speak up.'
'Oh, shut up,' said Emily.
'Fuckin' make me, Blondie!' snapped Connor.
Emily glared. She got off Murphy's lap, her eyes boring into Connor's.
'Why don't you get my fucking sister to put her tit in your mouth, you big baby?' she snapped.
'Fuck off, Em,' growled Connor.
'Aww…' mocked Emily, 'is the widdle baby getting cranky?'
'Yer makin' me cranky,' said Connor.
'Aww…' said Emily, 'why don't you go crying to your Mommy?'
'Shut tha fuck up, Em…' said Connor, 'I'm fuckin' warnin' ye…'
Emily laughed. She balled her hands into fists, doing her best impression of Connor.
'Wah! Wah!' she mocked, 'I'm almost twenty-five and I act like a big baby! Wah! Wah! I'm an attention whore! Wah! Wah! I want my Mommy! Wah! Wah!'
Connor chuckled.
'Funny…' he said, 'ye tink tha' I'm tha baby, but yer tha one actin' like one. An' by tha way, tha' was a picture-perfect impression o' me. Bravo, bitch.'
Emily growled. She raised her fist, ready to take a swing at Connor. Murphy jumped up, grabbing her arm.
'LET ME GO!' shouted Emily.
'NO!' said Murphy.
'LET ME AT HIM, MURPH!' growled Emily, 'LET ME AT HIM!'
'Control yer temper, love,' soothed Murphy, 'don' be hasty.'
Emily growled. Connor mocked her crying face, laughing at her. Emily snarled, struggling against Murphy's hold. Murphy growled. He grabbed her face, turning her head fiercely, bringing his lips to hers.
Emily moaned softly. She closed her eyes, melting into Murphy's arms. Murphy gently parted her lips with his tongue, plunging it into her open mouth. Emily whimpered.
'Murphy…' she whispered.
Murphy chuckled.
'Yes, my love?' he mused.
'You're an asshole,' grouched Emily.
'Now wha' makes ye say tha'?' teased Murphy.
'My knees are wobbling and I can barely breathe,' growled Emily, 'that's how. Asshole.'
'I 'ad no other choice, love,' said Murphy, 'I 'ad ta settle ye somehow.'
'Why couldn't you have just nibbled my ear?' asked Emily.
'I didn' tink it would work,' said Murphy, 'ye were in a rage.'
Emily whimpered.
'You suck,' she said.
Murphy laughed. He wrapped his arms tightly around Emily's waist, hugging her tight.
'So, who wants to go for a walk?' asked Duffy.
'Me!' I cried excitedly.
'Me, too!' said Michael.
'Alright!' said Duffy, getting up, 'let's go!'
The Streets: 11:00 AM
'What a beautiful day!'
'I am gonna have a wicked tan by the end of today. Holy cow.'
Connor laughed. We were walking along the streets looking for the Walk Of Fame. I was thanking my lucky stars that I had chosen to wear my short Daisy Duke shorts and my white tank top.
'I love Cali already,' said Emily brightly, 'I think we should move here.'
'I am done with heat,' said Isabelle, 'I love Boston too much to even think about it.'
Emily giggled.
Connor wrapped his arm tightly around my waist as we walked. Greenly chuckled as he placed his hand in my back pocket.
'Dude…' he said, 'again with the arm.'
'Someone get the glue!' laughed Michael.
'CLINGY!' declared Duffy.
'Shut up…' growled Connor.
'Uh-oh!' said Greenly, 'someone's getting defensive!'
'Fuck off, Dick-O-Matic,' snarled Connor.
'HE'S ANGRY!' laughed Duffy, doing his best impression of Steve Irwin.
'Fuck you,' snapped Connor.
I sighed. I leaned over, kissing him on the cheek. Connor looked over at me. I laughed.
'I don't want any fighting,' I said, poking his cheek, 'I want you to be on your best behaviour today.'
Connor smiled.
'Alrigh',' he said, kissing her on the cheek, 'fer you, I'll behave.'
I smiled. I cupped the back of his head, bringing his lips to mine. Murphy gagged loudly. Emily glared, smacking him hard on the chest.
'Ow!' said Murphy.
'Let them have their moment,' said Emily, 'we're in Hollywood.'
'I guess…' said Murphy.
'Murphy…' said Emily sternly.
Murphy frowned. Emily sighed.
'You are such a child…' she said, walking slightly ahead of him.
Michael sniggered quietly. Jane fired her elbow back, snatching him in the rib. Michael gasped.
'Hey!' he said, 'what was that for?!'
'Oh, don't be such a baby,' said Jane, 'I didn't elbow you that hard.'
'I had surgery on this rib,' said Michael, 'you hit a sensitive spot.'
'Oh!' gasped Jane, quickly kissing where she elbowed him, 'better?'
Michael smiled.
'Much better,' he said.
Jane smiled.
'Good,' she said, kissing him on the cheek.
Michael laughed.
'God, you're beautiful,' he said, wrapping his arm around her shoulders.
Jane giggled.
'I am, am I?' she teased.
'Of course, Janey-Bear,' said Michael, stroking her hair.
Jane laughed.
I whined softly as I started to feel sharp pains in my knees. Giovanni had broken my kneecaps with a hammer on more than one occasion, and they act up when I walk too far.
'My knees hurt!' I whined.
Connor stopped. He kneeled down.
'Come on, love,' he said, 'I'll carry ye.'
I beamed. I jumped up on his back, holding onto him.
'My hero,' I said, kissing him on the cheek.
Connor blushed a deep shade of pink. Emily beamed.
'Aww…' she said.
'Wow…' said Murphy, 'fer once I don't want ta gag…'
Emily blinked furiously. She placed a hand on Murphy's forehead. Murphy looked at her.
'What?' he said, sounding very confused.
'Are you sick?' asked Emily, 'is the sun getting to you?'
'No…' said Murphy, still sounding confused.
'Are you sure?' said Emily.
'Yes…' said Murphy, sounding even more confused.
Emily pulled her hand away. She laughed.
'I'm fucking with you, Murph,' she teased, kissing his nose.
Murphy groaned.
'Me fuckin' 'ead 'urts…' he said, squeezing his temples, 'fuck…'
'Aww…' said Emily, kissing his forehead, 'is that better?'
Murphy grinned.
'Much better,' he said, kissing Emily softly on the lips.
Emily giggled. Romeo looked around at all the people, whistling impressively.
'Man…' he said, 'Hollywood is active at this time.'
'You're not kidding, Papi…' said Angelica, 'the streets are packed…'
'I'm thankful we've got enough room to walk,' said Romeo, holding onto Angelica's hand.
'Me, too, Papi,' said Angelica, 'me, too.'
'Like I said,' said Emily, 'Hollywood is beautiful.'
'Aye,' said Murphy, 'bu' it's no' as beautiful as you.'
Emily giggled.
'Oh, you,' she teased, playfully shoving his head.
I laughed. I looked up, noting a tattoo parlour called Highland Tattoo. I gasped, kicking Connor's hips.
'I want a tattoo!' I said, 'I want a tattoo!'
Connor laughed.
'I tink ye go' enough tattoos, love,' he said.
I squealed.
'No, I don't!' I protested, kicking harder, 'I want one!'
Connor sighed.
'Alrigh'…' he said, 'ye can get yer stupid, fuckin' tattoo.'
'Yay!' I said happily.
Everyone started to walk towards the tattoo parlour except for Michael and Jane. Emily stopped, looking back at them.
'You coming?' she asked.
'Nah,' said Michael, 'y'all go ahead without us. We're gonna go around the Walk of Fame.'
Emily shrugged.
'Alright,' she said, running to catch up with the others.
Michael sighed. He looked at Jane.
'You ready for our walk, sweetie?' he asked.
Jane nodded.
'Ready,' she said.
Michael beamed. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, walking along the famous Hollywood Walk of Fame.
'I'm so glad you can come with me on these vacations, Janey-Bear,' he said.
'Why wouldn't I?' said Jane.
Michael laughs.
'Good point,' he said.
Jane laughed. Michael sighed happily.
'You're the best, babe,' he said.
'Aww…' said Jane, blushing slightly.
'You brought out a side of me that I never thought existed,' said Michael, kissing her cheek, 'you complete me, babe.'
Jane blushed a deep shade of red. Michael smiled at her.
'I'd travel all around the world with you,' he said, 'take you places that would take your breath away.'
Jane laughed.
'You would, would you?' she said.
'I would,' said Michael, 'in a heart-beat.'
Jane laughed. Michael laughed along.
'You're adorable,' he said.
'So I've heard,' said Jane softly.
Michael chuckled.
'It's true,' he said, 'I'm so glad that…'
'HEY, MIKEY!'
Jane frowned.
'Who the fuck…?' she muttered.
Michael turned around. He gasped in awe when he recognized the owner of the voice.
'Carl?' he said, 'what are you doing here?'
'I was about to ask you the same thing,' said Carl, 'and I see you got yourself a girlfriend, too.'
Jane growled softly at Carl. Michael patted her leg.
'Relax, baby,' he soothed.
Jane didn't respond. She just glared at Carl.
'I am on vacation with a few friends,' said Michael, 'how 'bout you?'
'I got a motivational speech at a school here tomorrow,' said Carl.
Jane snarled. Michael sighed.
'We'll catch up later, Carl,' he said, 'I want some alone time with Jane.'
'Alright,' said Carl, 'I'll see you around, man.'
Michael sighed. He took Jane's hand, walking away from Carl. Jane glared at him.
'Who the fuck was that?' she demanded.
'My buddy Carl,' said Michael, 'he and I go way back.'
'Oh,' said Jane in an un-amused tone, 'I see.'
Michael sighed.
'Come on,' he said, 'let's get back to our walk.'
Jane sighed. Michael looked at her, continuing where he left off before the interruption.
'I'm so glad that I have you,' he said, 'and I'm glad that your dad allowed me in it.'
Jane laughed.
'Really, now?' she said, 'you weren't gonna date me without Daddy's approval?'
'Yes,' said Michael, 'really.'
Jane smiled. Michael turned to her, gently kissing her lips.
'I love you,' he said.
Jane beamed.
'I love you, too, Michael,' she said.
Michael smiled.
'Come on,' he said, 'let's go check on Rebecca.'
Jane laughed.
'Yes, sir,' she declared.
The Roosevelt: 10:00 PM
'Ow. Watch my shoulder.'
'Sorry, love.'
I sighed. We had all retreated to the pool area of the hotel. I had decoded to place my new tattoo on my right shoulder blade. I cringed as I moved so Connor could wrap me in my Thomas blanket.
'Ow…' I whimpered.
'Careful, baby,' soothed Connor.
I growled.
'Tattoos…' I said, 'love getting them, hate the fucking pain after it.'
Connor frowned.
'I 'ate seein' ye in pain,' he said, gently stroking my hair.
'You weren't saying that as I was getting it done,' I grouched.
Connor growled softly. I sighed, resting my head on his shoulder, trying not to jostle too much.
'What did she get?' asked Jane.
'I got a quote,' I answered, 'Little Engines Can Do Big Things.'
'Tha' quote suits ye,' said Connor softly.
'How so?' I asked quietly.
Connor chuckled.
'Yer never-say-die attitude,' he said, 'that's 'ow.'
I laughed softly.
'I learned that from Daddy,' I said, 'he's got that mentality.'
'Kinda reminds me of another quote I know,' said Michael.
'Which one?' asked Emily.
'Sometimes you have to stand up when standing isn't easy,' said Michael.
I laughed.
'Sort of like me after the rescue,' I said.
'Exactly,' said Michael, 'and I admire the fuck out of you for that. For having a positive mental attitude throughout your recovery. And Connor did a fantastic job taking care of you and I truly feel that y'all were made for each other and that y'all are soul-mates for life.'
I beamed proudly. I looked up at Connor, my eyes dancing under my lashes.
'I don't call him my Angel of Truth for nothing,' I said, gently stroking his cheekbone with my left hand.
Connor smiled.
'An' yer my Lady o' Truth,' he said, gently kissing my forehead.
'You two are like peas in a pod,' smiled Rocco.
'He's the Burnett to my Lady,' I said, kissing his cheek.
Connor blushed.
'Aww…' said Emily.
'Another gagless moment…' said Murphy, blinking slightly, 'new record?'
Emily laughed.
'I think so,' she said, rubbing his shoulder, 'now to go for three.'
'Do you need a Tylenol, Murph?' teased Michael.
Murphy growled fiercely. Emily stroked his chest gently, soothing him in French till his growl became a purr.
'God dammit, Em…' he purred, 'ye know I like it when ye stroke me chest.'
Emily giggled.
'There will be more strokes to come,' she whispered in his ear.
Murphy chuckled.
'Naughty girl,' he mused.
Emily giggled. Connor leaned back against his chair, gently wrapping his arms around me.
'Today was fuckin' awesome,' he said almost-sleepily.
'I agree, Connor,' said Romeo, 'I fuckin' love Hollywood.'
'It was amazing,' I said, smiling at Connor, 'but being with my Con-Con made it even better.'
'Adorable!' said Greenly in a sing-song voice.
'I'm with Greenly on that one,' smiled Michael.
I smiled. I straddled Connor's lap, pressing my forehead to his.
'I wouldn't trade him for anyone else,' I said, stroking his cheekbones.
Connor chuckled.
'Babe…' he half-whined, 'yer makin' me blush…'
I laughed.
'But you're so cute when you blush,' I teased.
'Stop…' whined Connor, flushing slightly.
I giggled. Then I cringed.
'Ow…' I whimpered.
'Careful,' said Connor.
'God, that stings…' I growled, curling in a ball in Connor's lap, 'fuck…'
Connor sighed.
'I 'ate seein' ye in pain,' he said softly.
I growled.
'Will you kiss it for me?' I asked.
'O' course I will,' said Connor.
I carefully pulled myself up in a sitting position. Connor gently pulled down the right shoulder of his t-shirt, gently kissing the tattoo.
'Better?' he asked.
I smiled.
'Better,' I said.
'Good,' said Connor, kissing my tattoo again, 'I don' like it when yer in pain.'
I laughed.
'This pain is worth it,' I said, 'I've always wanted to get that quote as a tattoo.'
Connor smiled.
'Every moment wit' ye is worth it,' he said, kissing the back of my neck, 'even yer recovery was worth it.'
'Really?' I said.
'Really,' said Connor, kissing my neck again, 'ye brough' a lo' o' happiness in me life, an' I couldn' tank ye enough fer it.'
I blushed a deep shade of pink at Connor's words. Michael smiled.
'You two have the kind of relationship that makes Walt Disney turn in his grave,' he said.
'I think their relationship could be a Disney movie,' said Emily.
'More like an X-Rated Disney movie,' laughed Isabelle.
Romeo laughed.
'Good one, Mamacita!' he said, giving her a high-five.
'Fuck X-Rated,' said Murphy, 'they're fuckin' Un-Rated.'
'Thank you, Murphy!' I said, giving him a high-five.
Murphy laughed. Angelica smiled brightly at me and Emily.
'You girls have both come a long way in the past two years,' she said, 'a very long way.'
'I agree, Angelica,' said Paul, 'they've been through Hell and back.'
'You think so?' I said.
Emily smiled. She took my hand, looking deep into my eyes.
'I've been by your side the whole way, Becca,' she said softly, 'we made it.'
I smiled.
'We've got Mommy's strong-will and Daddy's attitude,' I said.
'We never left each other's sides,' said Emily, choking up slightly, 'even when things got tough. We're Team Ouellet, forever and always.'
'We have a bond that will never be broken,' I said softly, squeezing her hand.
Emily smiled. She got up Murphy's lap. She came over to me, hugging me gingerly.
'I'd be lost without you in my life, Becca,' she said.
I smiled.
'I'll always be here for you, Emily Lisa Marie,' I said, gently patting her back, 'always.'
'And I'll always be here for you, Rebecca Jane,' said Emily, 'always.'
'You're the best, Em,' I said.
Emily beamed. She pulled away from the hug, stroking my cheek.
'I love you, My Mirror,' she said softly.
I beamed back.
'I love you, too, My Mirror,' I whispered.
Duffy cleared his throat. Everyone looked over at him.
'I think the boys deserve some praise, too,' he said, 'they are the heroes after all.'
'I agree, Duffy,' said Isabelle, 'why don't you start?'
Duffy smiled.
'In the past couple years Paul, David, Alan, and I have befriended the boys after their run-in with those two Russian guys. After that, they valiantly rescued these two lovely young ladies from a very sick, twisted, evil man. The boys nursed them back to health, and I'm proud of 'em for what they've done.'
'I still remember how bad Connor cried when he saw how bad Rebecca was,' said Rocco thoughtfully, 'I never thought I'd live to see the day where he would cry like that.'
'I still remember how the boys were by the girls' sides throughout the entire recovery,' smiled Greenly, 'they worked tirelessly to protect them from harm, thus earning their titles as Guardian Angels.'
'They never left their sides, even in the hospital,' smiled Paul, 'they were like their shadows.'
'Well…' piped up Michael, 'normally I would talk about how I got to be a part of the Society, but this is about The Saints. Their story reminds me of a Knight in shining armour saving the Princess from the evil fire-breathing dragon. And how they never left their sides, following them like a ghost would. If the girls needed something, they delivered. Kudos to Connor and Murphy for their heroic efforts.'
'You boys are heroes,' smiled Angelica, 'thank you for what you've done.'
'Yeah, well, these two still owe my Bug an apology,' said Romeo, pointing to Connor and I.
'Hey!' I said, 'in my defence, I was drunk!'
'What about you, Prince Charming?' asked Romeo, looking at Connor, 'what's your excuse?'
'I was horny,' said Connor, 'an' she was in a slutty dress.'
'Yeah, yeah,' said Romeo, 'other than my Angel Eyes here, no one, and I mean no one is allowed no love in my Bug. Capice?'
'Whoa!' said Angelica, throwing her hands up, 'you guys had sex in Herbie?!'
'I plea tha fifth,' said Connor.
Angelica crossed her arms. She looked at me sternly, raising a brow. I laughed nervously.
'Yeah…' I said, 'funny story…'
Silver Peso Parking Lot: June 6th, 2011
'What the hell do you think you're doing?!'
'I'm fuckin' horny.'
'If Romeo catches us, we're dead!'
'He won't. I promise.'
I groaned. Romeo was talking to his Uncle at the Silver Peso. Connor and I hitched a ride with him after a wild formal-themed party at McGinty's. I decided to wear my slutty black dress that really showed my cleavage, and Connor wore one of his best suits.
Connor gently brushed his lips along my chest. I moaned softly.
'Connor, you ass…' I whispered.
Connor chuckled. He ran his fingers along my sides, purring as he stared at my chest.
'God, yer beautiful…' he moaned.
I laughed. Connor slowly moved his hand up my dress. He chuckled.
'Ye don' 'ave any panties on, do ye?' he said sternly.
I giggled.
'Maybe I do,' I said, 'maybe I don't.'
'Yer a naughty little bitch,' purred Connor.
'Oh, you love it,' I teased, 'don't deny it.'
Connor laughed softly. He grabbed the back of my neck, bending me over his knee. I whimpered softly as he pulled my dress up, revealing my bare ass. I knew what was coming. I braced myself as Connor raised his right hand, spanking me as hard as he could. I cried out.
'Who's been a bad girl?' snarled Connor, striking me again.
I hissed.
'Me,' I growled through clenched teeth.
Connor chuckled.
'No' good enough, Little Girl,' he teased, striking me harder, 'who's been a bad girl?'
I growled.
'Me,' I snarled, louder this time, 'I've been a bad girl.'
'Yes, ye 'ave, Princess,' said Connor, striking me once more, 'naughty little girl.'
I bit my lip as Connor spanked me one last time before pulling me to straddle his lap once more. He cupped the back of my head, bringing my lips to his.
I moaned low in my throat. Connor gently parted my lips with his tongue, plunging it deep into my mouth. I stripped him of his jacket before moving my hands to un-button his shirt.
Connor kissed a line from my lips to my neck. He gently brushed his lips along my shoulder, knotting his fingers in my hair. He pressed his free hand onto the small of my back, pulling me in closer to him.
I finally reached the last button of Connor's shirt. I pulled away from the kiss, helping Connor take his shirt off. I ran my fingers along his bare chest, rocking my hips against his erection.
It didn't take long for Connor to become impatient. He moved my hands down to un-fasten his pants. He lifted his hips so I could slide his pants down around his ankles, freeing his erection.
Connor slightly lifted my dress up off my hips. He slid inside me in one fluid motion, letting out a loud moan of pleasure.
I hissed as Connor filled me completely. I got myself into a more comfortable position and began to ride him. I looked into his eyes as I bucked forwards, drawing him in deeper as I went down.
Connor moaned low in his throat. He dig his nails into my hips, guiding me along his cock. I knew that we had to be quick before Romeo came out and caught us having sex in Herbie.
I pulled myself in closer to Connor. I began to ride him faster, my clit rubbing against his hip bones. I tensed my muscles, squeezing Connor's cock. Connor gasped, clenching his teeth to fight back the scream that had threatened to escape from his lips.
I knew that it was only a matter of time now. I squeezed tighter, riding even faster. Connor groaned, cursing in Gaelic under his breath. I knew that he was trying not to cum, but I needed him to.
'Come on, Connor,' I coaxed, 'I want you to cum.'
Connor shook his head. He gasped, his breath catching in his throat.
'Fuck…' he growled, 'damn it…'
I moaned softly, I threw my head back, riding Connor as fast as I could.
Try as he might, Connor couldn't fight the waves of pleasure that had overcome him. With a mighty roar, his body released in a sudden wave of pleasure. I smiled, loosening my muscles.
'Good boy,' I said, kissing him softly.
Connor laughed.
'Ye fuckin' bitch,' he growled, nipping my lower lip.
I laughed.
Just then, Romeo came walking out of the Silver Peso, waving to his uncle.
'I'll see you later!' he called.
Romeo's uncle smiled at his nephew as he ran towards Herbie. He frowned when he saw that the windows were fogged.
'What the…' he whispered.
'That was amazing, baby,' I said as Connor kissed my forehead.
'Yer amazing,' mused Connor.
I giggled. I was just about to doze off in a half-drunk slumber when I heard a knock on the window. I screamed, jumping a good five feet. I looked over, gasping in horror when I saw Romeo.
'Oh, no…' I said.
Romeo stormed over to the driver's seat. He climbed in and started Herbie without a single word to us. Connor sighed, pulling his pants back up.
'Rome, look…' he began.
'You got a lot of fucking nerve,' growled Romeo, glaring at the road, 'you know my rules.'
'Romeo…' I said softly, fighting back tears.
'WHAT?!' snapped Romeo, 'WHAT?!'
I flinched at the sharpness of Romeo's voice. Tears began to spill out of my eyes.
'I'm sorry…' I whispered, 'I'm sorry…'
Romeo huffed. Connor pulled me into his arms, stroking my hair. I knew that Romeo was pissed, and I hated it.
A few minutes later, Romeo pulled into the driveway. He got out, storming towards the front door of the mansion, most likely to find Angelica. I got out of Herbie, stumbling slightly from still being a bit drunk.
'Oh, Jesus…' I said, trying to regain my balance.
'Are ye okay, love?' asked Connor.
I nodded.
'I'm fine,' I said, regaining my balance, 'I'm just a little drunk.'
Connor frowned.
'Are ye sure, love?' he asked.
I scoffed.
'I'm fine!' I slurred, walking towards the front door, 'I'm not gonna die or anything.'
Well, unfortunately for me, I wasn't fine. I took all of five steps before losing my balance and falling flat on my face.
'WHOA!'
Connor laughed. I growled angrily, muttering curse words in French under my breath. Connor walked over to me, helping me back on my feet, still laughing.
'Are ye okay, love?' he asked.
'Shut up, you asshole,' I snarled.
Connor chuckled. He scooped me up in his arms, carrying me inside the mansion. I rested my head on his shoulder, yawning.
'Aww…' said Connor, 'are ye tired?'
'Fuck you…' I mumbled.
Connor laughed.
'Yer a fussy little thing, aren't ye?' he teased.
'Maybe…' I grouched, frowning slightly.
Connor laughed again. He carried me upstairs to our room. I yawned again as he slowly set me down, helping me out of my dress. I crawled under the covers, curling into a ball. Connor stripped down to his underwear, crawling in next to me. He gently brushed my hair out of my face, planting a soft kiss on my cheek. I sighed.
'What does me Baby Girl want?' asked Connor.
I smiled softly.
'I want you to sing for me,' I said, 'it's the least you could do for getting me in shit with Romeo.'
Connor smiled. He gently placed his lips by my ear, singing softly.
Reach for the speed, reach for the whistle
Go where the rail may run
Reach for the sun, reach for the story
Follow the rainbow, son
To Shining Time Station, where dreams can come true
Waiting there for you
So much to see, so far to travel
So much to learn, to know
Friends by your side, hopes to hold onto
Who knows how far you'll go?
To Shining Time Station, where dreams can come true
Waiting there for you
To Shining Time Station, where dreams can come true
Waiting there for you
Waiting for you
Connor opened his eyes. I was sound asleep. He smiled warmly, kissing my forehead.
'Sweet dreams, Rebecca Jane,' he whispered.