AN: Last chapter of this for a bit, gonna go back to writing at least a few more chapters of Aces before I pick this up again. Just wanted to wrap up a couple of things, dangle a few new plot threads, and finally write something Auto's been bugging me about for a while now. Hope you guys enjoy it.

"I have a question." Lincoln announced as he and his sisters strolled across the perimeter of their local park.

"Look." Lori began, exhasperated. "That whole, jumping around thing is way more complicated than Leni makes it look, alright?"

"I told you, Lori, you need to say 'whoosh' when you make your turns." Leni interjected.

"Is that what you were saying? I couldn't hear you over Lincoln's screaming." Lori grumbled. She turned back to her little brother. "We'll go back and see what we can do about that billboard once we're done here, alright?"

"...Okay. And for the record, I'm riding with Leni when we do that." Lincoln began.

"Yay!" Leni squealed in delight.

"...But I'm more concerned with...whatever this is. You realized Fiona basically just challenged you to a duel, right?"

"That's right." Lori nodded

"For which there appears to be nothing at stake?"

"We don't know that for sure." Lori rolled her eyes. "For all we know, she would have gone on another rampage if I'd refused."

"I think you just want an excuse to beat up Fiona."

"Have I ever told you you're really cute when you get all suspicious, Linky?" Lori bat her eyes at Lincoln coquettishly.

"Lori..."

"Time was of the essence!" Lori protested. "Probably"

"You let Leni pack a picnic lunch!"

"I made sandwiches!" The fashionista announced happily.

"And I made sure that none of them are egg salad." Lori nodded to her younger sister. "I get to rearrange Fiona's dumb face, and then we get to enjoy a nice picnic lunch. It's win/win."

"I suppose." Lincoln sighed, knowing when he was beat. He was glad that Lori was taking her new duties seriously (for a given value of serious...), he was just worried that she was, perhaps, being just a tad overconfident about this. The attack at Lori's job interview, followed by the subsequent ambush at the mall, showed that Fiona was clearly a canny and dangerous opponent. Clearly, whatever was hapening here wasn't a random challenge, but a calculated manuver.

Lincoln jerked in surprise as he felt a soft touch upon his back. Turning, he saw that Lori had place her hand upon him, rubbing small, soothing circles into his skin. She smiled at him, warmly and confidently. "I've got this, little bro.", it semed to say.

Lincoln pushed down his anxiety, and tried to return the gesture. It would be fine, probably. It would be fine, he tried to reassure himself. Whateve happened, Lori had him and Leni to back her up, and there was nothing the three of them couldn't handle as long as they were together. Probably.

As Lincoln continued his internal struggle, the trio found themselves in a large, grassy field. The kind that would be used for barbecues, water balloon fights, and duels for the fate of humanity.

"It's about freaking time!"

Speaking of which...Lincoln turned in the direction of the noise, and saw a very irate Fiona, leaning against a tree some distance away. He gestured to his sisters, and upon receiving nods of affirmation from them, the three cautiously made their way over.

"Hi Fiona!" Leni shouted, waiving her free hand enthusiastically as they arrived at their destination.

"Hello, Leni." The other girl grunted, returning the greeting with considerably less enthusiasm. It was at this point, that Lincoln noticed a second girl standing a little ways back, her raven tressed head poking out from behind the tree. Hey glassy, disinterested gaze seemed somewhat dismissive of the group, right up until the point where she got to him. He found his eyes meeting those of the new girl, and immediately there was a new sense of...intensity, that hadn't been there before. It didn't feel malicious, but it set him on edge all the same.

"Hi." He called out, waving to the other girl, who immediately disappeared behind the tree trunk. He looked to Fiona, questioningly.

"That's Maggie." The older girl grumbled, rolling her eyes. "She's new."

"H-hi." The other girl stammered, popping out from behind the tree just long enough to give him a shy wave, before retreating back to her hiding spot.

"Smart of you to bring backup." Lori said, smirking confidently as she closed the distance between the two groups.

"Please." Fiona scoffed. "I could beat you with one hand tied behind my back."

In response, Lori balled her hand up into a fist, and without looking away from Fiona, drove it into the trunk of the tree. For a moment nothing happened, save for Fiona sparing a confused glance at the tree. Then...a cracking sound. The tree seemed to shudder as the cracking began to grow in volume. A sharp snap, and the tree began to tip over, giving one last defiant wobble before snapping off at the base and crashing to the ground, revealing an extremely baffled looking Maggie, now bereft of her hiding spot.

Fiona's expression didn't change in the slightest, following Lori's impressive display of strength. She did, however,surreptitiously creep away from the older girl, cautiously repositioning herself a short distance away, next to her now trembling intern.

"F-Fiona?" Maggie asked, her normally neutral tone now laced with bewilderment and what sounded like actual fear.

"Yes, Maggie." She responded, trying to remain confident in the face of...whatever that had been.

"Did you know she could do that?"

"I did not."

"We should leave."

"We have a job to do, intern."

"So? She's scary!"

"Hey, are we doing this or what?" Lori called out, spreading her arms invitingly, making no effort to hide the shit eating grin that was spreading across her face.

"O-of course!" Fiona yelled back, sounding much more confident than she sounded. "I just want to remember what your face looked like before my fist got stuck in it!"

"That'd sound a lot more threatening if you weren't hiding way back there." Lori taunted her.

"She isn't wrong."

"Shut up, Maggie!" Fiona hissed, "I'm strategizing!"

"Well..." Lori drawled, "I've got things to do today. You know how it is. So how about we speed things up..."

"Leni." Lori barked, holding out one arm behind her. "Linky me!"

"Right, Lori!" Leni called back. She picked up Lincoln, gave him a quick peck on the cheek, and before he could ask when she was planning on doing with him, flung him toward their older sister.

Lincoln's stomach lurched as the world blurred around him. Thankfully, the trip was mercifully short, and it wasn't long before the rush of wind against his face abruptly stopped, replaced by a familiar softness. He craned his head upward, seeing that he was now safely being held in Lori's arms, clutched protectively against her chest.

"Hey, little brother." She purred, peering down at him.

"Lori." He replied, frowning. "Don't bully Fiona."

"I won't." She rolled her eyes. "I'm just gonna stomp around a bit and scare them off. I promise."

"Fine." He sighed softly, trusting that his big sister knew what she was doing. "Seven?"

Ready for energy transfer. And, he added, uncharacteristically personable, I think you'll be pleasantly surprised. After analysing the data from out previous battles, I made several minor, but meaningful adjustments to your Gigant form. You should notice a significant boost to your combat capabilities.

"Awesome." Lori lifted Lincoln up towards her face, gently placing one hand against his cheek. "You ready, Linky?"

"Y-yeah." Lincoln replied, nodding in agreement. He wondered if this would ever stop being embarassing.

Lori pulled him close, and softly pressed her lips against his. Lincoln had a few hearbeats to enjoy the entirely too pleasent sensations that accompanied these engagements, savoring the taste of her lips, and shuddering slightly as Lori's tongue darted within his mouth to tease his own.

Energy transfer initiated.

He had just enough time to moan encouragingly, before the energy that had been building within his core coursed outward from his body and into Lori's. Now it was the older girl's turn to make her pleasure known, her squeals of delight crescendoing in volume along with the flow of energy. A bright flash of light, and Lincoln felt himself forcibly propelled away from the girl, landing gently on the soft grass a short distance away. When the light faded and his vision returned, he found himself gazing upon the familiar and enormous form of Gigant Blue, standing high above even the tallest of trees.

...Well mostly familiar. Lincoln couldn't help notice one very obvious change the girl's ensamble. Where previously, the Gigant's battle garb consisted of a form fitting spandex jumpsuit, completely covering the girl's shapely frame while leaving nothing to the imagination, there was now an extremely noticeable...window, for lack of a better word, in the chest region, both drawing attention to and prominantly putting on display, Lori's mountainous cleavage. It looked really good on her.

"WHAT THE HELL, SEVEN?" Lori thundered, clearly not sharing the sentiment.

"Fiona?"

"Yes, Maggie?"

"The scary girl got even scarier."

Fiona hated to admit it, but Lori Loud had been intimidating enough back when she was just Leni's big sister in the metaphorical sense. The thing with the tree had totally come out of left field, and now there was this...

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'SKIN TO SKIN CONTACT INCREASES TRANSFER EFFICIENCY?!"

Fiona wobbled unsteadily as the larger girl's fury caused the ground to tremble. Holy cow! Was this what she'd put the Louds through at the mall? No wonder they'd been so terrified of her.

"A-also, Fiona..."

"Yes, Maggie?" She prompted without looking at the younger girl, not daring to take her eyes off the angry giantess standing above them.

"They have a boy. For kissing. H-how come we don't have a kissing boy?"

Fiona slowly turned her head towards Maggie. Her assistant's normally palid cheeks were tinged with red, but the looked entirely serious about the question.

"Because we don't need one." She replied, flatly. A small part of her began to wonder what it might be like if they did adopt the Loud's transformation method, an image coming to mind unbidden of her cuddling a familiar looking white haired boy to her bosom, but she quickly stamped that out. This was not the time!

"We have these." Fiona produced the pair of dark seeds she'd been given for just such an occasion, and tossed one to Maggie. The raven-haired girl caught it, albeit with some difficulty, and stared at the small object in her palm.

"Do we plant it?" Maggie asked, the normally stoic girl looking uncharacteristically perplexed.

"No, dummy." Fiona growled, wrapping her hand around the seed. "Crush it in your fist. Just do what I do."

Fiona waited a moment longer for the younger girl to adopt a similar pose, and making sure to exaggerate her actions so the intern could follow along, crushed the seed in her palm, triggering an explosive burst of dark energy. She grinned as the power began coursing through her, and the world around her quickly began to shrink. This should even the odds a bit.

"Uh, Lori?!" Lincoln called out in alarm as Fiona and Maggie were suddenly encompassed by a distressingly familiar nimbus of crackling, obsidian energy.

"Not now, Lincoln!" Lori growled back. It was at this point that she noticed the ominous miasma that had replaced her would-be opponents.

"Dang it." Lori deadpanned, sighing in exasperation.

I told you that you were wasting valuable time by complaining about your new combat enhancements.

"Not another word from you, pervert!" Lori spat, still furious. Not having a physical target for her vitriol, she chose to direct her ire at her new cleavage window. Which, admittedly, made her girls look fantastic, but that was beside the point.

A dark chuckle heralded the dissipation of the ebony cloud, and with its passing stood the very thing she'd been afraid of. Fiona and Maggie, each clad in a sleek, black bodysuit, and each roughly as large as she was.

"I don't know what that was about, but boy did you screw up royally!" Fiona cackled, her shoulders heaving with mirth. "Not only did you miss your chance to get rid of us, but now it's two on one!"

Fiona gestured dramatically at Lori. "I think it's time to take your new powers for a test drive, newbie, all over Lori's face! Get her, Maggie!"

Lori grimaced and dropped into a combat stance, cursing herself for giving up her advantage so easily. Loathe as she was to admit it, Fiona had given her a pretty good fight all by herself, and now she had help. The situation was suddenly looking pretty grim for earth's newest defender.

Lori braced herself for the coming attack. And...continued to brace herself. Moments passed, each punctuated by the rapid beating of her heart, and still nothing.

"I...said..." Fiona growled, unwilling to break eye contact with Lori. "Get. Her. Maggie!"

Lori remained tensed, ready to counter whatever was thrown at her. But still, nothing was forthcoming. Finally, as if by some unseen agreement, both girls turned in unison to see what the holdup was.

Maggie remained where Lori had last seen her, standing a short distance away (relative to their current sizes), and behind Fiona. She appeared to be examining her new outfit. What little Lori had been able to ascertain from the short amount of time she'd known the younger girl told her that Maggie wasn't an especially happy person by nature, but the frown she was wearing now seemed especially prominent, even for her.

"Maggie!" Fiona hissed, trying to get the younger girl's attention.

"Huh?" Maggie's head jerked up, her eyes blinking in surprise. "Oh. What's happening? I wasn't paying attention."

Shaking with barely contained fury, Fiona jabbed one trembling finger in Lori's direction.

"Her. Face. Smash!"

Maggie's expression grew contemplative, as she seemingly considered this order.

"...Nah." She said at last, seemingly coming to a conclusion.

Lori and Fiona briefly exchanged confused glances, neither seemingly knowing how to process this development.

"The sun's so bright up here." The younger girl complained, shielding her eyes as she glanced upward, in disgust. "And fighting's lame."

"So what would you suggest?" Fiona asked, seething.

Again, Maggie took a moment to consider the situation. "I think..." She said at last. "I'm just gonna go sit over there. Call me when you're done."

With that, the younger giantess simply walked off, her thunderous footsteps echoing loudly as she awkwardly exited the battlefield, clearly unused to her new size. A park bench, several trees, and a tether ball court all found themselves victims of her uncertain strides, but eventually she seemingly found a spot she deemed acceptable. Maggie gently sat herself down on the ground, and pulled her knees up against her chest, curling herself up into ball of oversized teenager. Apparently comfortable now, she gave Fiona a thumbs up.

"Good luck, Fiona!" She called.

Fiona slapped herself on the forehead, and let out a long, frustrated sigh. "Interns." She grumbled.

Lori decided now was the time to capitalize on this new development.

"Sneak attack!" She roared, leaping forward and punching Fiona in the face.

"Well..." Lincoln trailed off, blinking in surprise. "That was weird."

"Right?" Leni nodded in agreement. "She didn't even yell 'Leni Punch!'".

"Uh, Leni?" Lincoln began, seeing that they were clearly on two different wavelengths.

"Not now, Linky." Leni interrupted him, patting him gently on the shoulder. "I think I should go help Lori. And..." Her face scrunched up with concentration. "Give...her...the benefit...of my...wisdom?"

"Wow." Lincoln was genuinely impressed. "You've been using that word of the day calendar Lisa gave you."

"Totes." Leni nodded happily. Then her face fell slightly, and she glanced down at him worriedly. "Can you take care of yourself for a bit, Linky?"

Lincoln wrapped one arm around Leni's midsection and gave her a reassuring squeeze. "I'll be fine. Go help Lori."

Leni bent down and gave him a grateful hug. "Thanks Linky." She was getting a lot better at this superhero thing, the hug barely even hurt.

Sparing him one last glance, Leni tensed her legs and launched herself into the air, right in the direction of the giantess melee. Lincoln wasn't too worried. Even at her normal size, he was confident that Leni's enhanced physical abilities would be enough to keep her safe. And who knows? Maybe she'd actually find a way to help Lori.

Lincoln winced as Fiona executed an impressive pile driver, slamming Lori's body into the ground, the impact of her gargantuan body causing a minor earthquake even as far away as he was. Clearly he was going to have to find someplace a little safer to wait things out.

Maggie sighed in annoyance as she peeled wooden planks and bits of metal off her boot. This sucked. The job posting had said she'd be expected to commit acts of unfathomable evil. She'd assumed that would mean doing cold calls, or putting flyers on people's car. Not getting in fights with superheroes.

She managed to rip off a particularly large chunk of debris. However, suddenness with which it broke free from its confinement caused her hand to swing outward wildly. Maggie managed to steady herself without toppling over, but she was unable to stop her wayward hand from slamming into the ground with a loud thud. She grimaced as she considered the errant limb, now embedded in the ground, a small crater formed at the site of the impact. She ripped it free with little effort, but now there were chunks of earth stuck to her glove. Gross.

This giant thing was dumb too, she thought as she began to sweep chunks of dirt and grass from the appendage. Even at her normal size, Maggie was tall and curvaceous for her age, resulting a very wonky center of gravity. Her mom assured her that it was only temporary, and Maggie would eventually adapt to her changing body, but in the meantime she had an annoying tendency to knock things over. And people. And herself. Usually herself. That was why she'd become something of a loner, it was much harder to embarrass herself that way.

Being a giant made everything a thousand times worse. Not only was she still a klutz, but now she was strong enough to break things in entirely new ways!

She sighed, and hooked her arms around her knees, curling back into a ball. She closed her eyes, and focused on breathing. In and out in a steady, soothing rhythm. Hopefully that fight would end soon. She didn't care who won, she just wanted to change back to normal, and find someplace dark and quiet where she could relax.

"Um...hello?"

Maggie's eyes shot open as the soft, halting voice reached her ears. She glanced around, trying not to move unnecessarily while she searched for its source. Accidentally smashing some poor bystander was the last thing she needed on her conscience.

"Hello?" The voice said again.

Maggie realized far, far too late, that the only place such a voice could be coming from was below her.Silently chastising herself, she began to scan the ground with her gaze. And that's where she saw him, standing only a short distance away from her oversized thighs.

Short pale hair, orange polo, jeans. It was the boy. Seeing how close he was to her, Maggie curled herself into an even tighter ball, her breath quickening and her cheeks reddening. She'd seen him earlier, and had desperately wished she'd been courageous enough to talk to him. He was cute, and nice. And he'd smiled at her, which gave her a funny, but pleasant feeling deep down. People didn't normally smile at her. It felt...nice. But now...he was tiny. So very, very tiny. And while she couldn't explain why, exactly, this somehow made him a thousand times cuter!

Maggie froze, unsure how to respond, confused as she was by these new feelings. The world around her seemed to darken, and go quiet, as two small figures appeared before her. Maggie sighed, here we go again.

"What are you doing?"Screeched one of the figures, who appeared to be a small facsimile of herself. Albeit with small devil horns poking out from beneath her raven hair, and clad in a low cut top that showed off an embarassing amount of cleavage.

"Same thing I always do." Maggie said, sourly. "Nothing."

"Why?!" Raged Devil Maggie. "He's cute and he's talking to us! Say something!"

"He won't keep talking to us if I say something." Maggie frowned. "He'll think I'm weird and leave."

"If I may?" The other figure smoothly interjected. Naturally, she also bore a strong resemblance to Maggie, though she was dressed far more conservatively than her counterpart, and had a small halo floating above her head.

"Great, here comes the lecture." Devil Maggie grumbled, producing a cigarette and a lighter from thin air. Maggie frowned as her smaller self immediately set about smoking with gusto, she hated when Devil Maggie did that. Maggie wasn't sure if imaginary second hand smoke was actually hazardous, but she preferred to ere on the side of caution.

"I was going to remind you both that this is a unique situation." Said Angel Maggie.

"How do you figure?" Devil Maggie asked, one eyebrow raised quizzically.

"Because Maggie is significantly larger than the incredibly cute boy who's frantically trying to get her attention."

"So what?" Devil Maggie let out an irritated puff of smoke. "That's nothing new, the girl's a friggin beanpole."

"The difference..." Angel Maggie replied patiently, "Is that at her current size, Maggie doesn't have to say anything. She could just pick him up and walk off with him." She paused thoughtfully. "And then he would be our boyfriend." She added.

The remaining Maggeis simply stared at their angelic self.

"Aren't you usually the good one?" Maggie asked, surprised.

"Yes." She nodded. "But he's really cute, and I think this time you should play to your strengths."

"Namely that, right now, she's way stronger than him?" Devil Maggie asked wryly.

"Precisely." Angel Maggie nodded again, and the two dopplegangers high fived.

"Maggie?"

The young giantess gave a violent shake of her head, causing her smaller selves to poof out of existence. But he was still there. Still small, and cute, and now looking at her with concern.

"It was Maggie, right?" He asked, uncertain. "I don't think I got a chance to introduce myself before. I'm Lincoln."

He held out one tiny hand in greeting. It took Maggie a few seconds to realize that he was offering her a hand shake.

"Y-yes." She replied hesitently, gently extending her index finger and lowering it toward the boy. Apparently guessing her intentions, Lincoln grasped her finger in both hands and gave it a hearty shake. It took every ounce of Maggie's willpower to refrain from squeeing at the sight. So adorable.

"So..." He ventured, "I guess you probably want to be on your own, since you're all the way over here. But it's kinda dangerous over there. Mind if I hang with you for a bit?"

"Sure. Yes. That's fine." Maggie replied, haltingly. Internally she was cheering. He wanted to sit with her!

"AAAAAAAAH!"

Their conversation was abruptly interrupted as Fiona's titanic body sailed overhead, in flagrant defiance of the laws of physics. A quake far greater than any previously rocked the ground as she landed only a short distance away.

"RAAAAAAAH!"

This was followed by Lori soring through the air shortly after, creating her own earth shaking impact as she landed, and immediately set upon pummeling the fallen girl with extreme prejudice.

Maggie glanced down and saw Lincoln on the verge of falling over, the constant quaking making it nearly impossible for the boy to maintain his balance. She reached down and gently used one of her enormous fingers to help steady him.

"Thanks Maggie." Lincoln looked up to her gratefully as he clung to her finger. It was at this point, that Maggie chanced upon an idea.

"Um, Lincoln?" She began, taking a deep breath to steady herself. "I-it might not be very safe for you down there."

Lincoln winced as another tremor shook the ground, tightening his grip on Maggie's finger. "Yeah." He nodded in agreement. "But I'm not really sure what else I-"

"J-just give me a second." Maggie interrupted, gathering her courage. She slowly and gently, so as to avoid startling the small boy, wrapped her fingers around Lincoln, taking him into her hand and lifting him up off the ground. She winced as an expression of pure terror briefly flashed across his face, but she was heartened when he quickly fought it off. He trusted her, she was reasonably certain.

Slowly and deliberately, Maggie brought her arm around, and deposited the boy on her shoulder, not removing her hand until he was securely seated on his new perch.

"I thought you might be safer. Up here." Maggie explained, trying not to blush.

"I think you might be right." Lincoln replied, laughing nervously.

After that, the pair lapsed into companionable silence, the only sounds being those of the nearby giantess melee, Leni's shrill voice occasionally yelling encouragement to her older sister.

"Hey...Lincoln?" Maggie asked, finally breaking the silence.

"Yeah?" He turned so that he was staring directly at her.

"H...h-hi." Maggie stammered, no longer able to fight her embarassed blush. Much to her surprise, and pleasure, Lincoln smiled back at her.

"Hi, Maggie."

Maggie allowed herself a small smile. It wasn't much, but it was a start.

It was late when Lincoln and his sisters trudged through the front door of the Loud House. Tired, exhausted, and not entirely sure what the point of that day's experiences had been. But, at the very least, Lincoln consoled himself with the thought that he'd made himself a new friend. A flash of memory, him sitting on the cute, gigantic girl's shoulder, desperately trying to resist the urge to glance down at her enormous breasts, which heaved so enticingly whenever she giggled. Bad Lincoln, he scolded himself, you need to stop objectifying the women in your life. Especially when you're already in a polygamous relationship with two of your sisters.

"Time for bed." Lori grunted, as the trio reached the top of the stairs. Neither Leni, nor Lincoln had any objections, and they began to move toward Lincoln's room.

"Hold it!" Came a voice from behind them, causing the three siblings to jerk, startled.

Lincoln slowly turned around, preparing for the worst. Much to his surprise, the voice in questioned belonged not to an irate parent bursting with inconvenient questions about their childrens' whereabouts, but an uncharacteristically stern faced Luan.

"Hey, Luan." He greeted her, shooting a worried glance at his older sisters, desperately trying to come up with an explanation for their late arrival.

Fortunately, none was needed. Luan simply grabbed Lincoln by the hand, and began to drag him towards his room. "Get your PJ's Linc, tonight you're bunking with me. Lincoln complied, both because Luan's voice brooked no room for argument, and because he feared that refusal would prompt the jokester to ask some of those inconvenient questions. He gathered his things, as instructed, and followed Luan back down the hallway to her room, pausing to give his older sisters an apologetic shrug as he passed them. Neither looked especially happy at this turn of events, but they seemed to realize he didn't have much choice in the matter.

"What happened to Luna?" Lincoln asked as they arrived at their destination.

"She's spending the night at Sam's." Luan grumbled.

"Again?" Lincoln asked, surprised.

"Yep." Luan stepped to the side to allow him into the room. "And I'm lonely. So you're keeping me company tonight!"

"Lincoln mentally shrugged. Honestly, spending the night with Luan would be a small price to pay if he could finally get some rest.

Luna Loud rolled over and laid on her back. Panting and exhausted, but thoroughly satisfied. Shame that working up a sweat wasn't always this fun. It if was, she'd probably be in better shape than Lynn by this point.

"You did it again." Sam purred, slithering over to Luna's side of the bed and wrapping her glistening body around Luna's.

"Rocked your world?" Luna asked, leaning over and sharing a brief kiss with her girlfriend. They'd been at it for a while now, but she could already feel her exhaustion ebbing, desire quickly taking it's place. The things this girl did to her...

"Absolutely." Sam nuzzled her face into the Luna's neck while she traced her fingers along the contours of the rocker's body. "...you also called me by his name again."

In an instant, all the bravado drained from Luna, and she shrunk in upon herself. The good times had ceased rolling.

"Sam..." she began, as she had so many times before.

"It's cool." The blonde gave her a reassuring squeeze. "I've told you before, it's honestly kinda hot."

"It's not supposed to be!" Luna barked, withdrawing her arm from Sam's vice-like grip, then crossing both arms over her petite, freckled chest with a huff. "This was supposed to fix me!"

"Luna, honey." Sam reattached herself to Luna's side, planting soft kisses on the brunette's shoulder. She could already feel her traitorous body unclenching once more as the all too pleasurable sensation of her girlfriend's ministrations radiated through her body. "This was never going to 'fix' you. You can't fix love."

Luna threw up her hands in frustration, noting, mildly impressed, the way the blonde easily darted out of the way of one swinging apendage without losing her rhythm.

"Then what was the point of all the-"

"Amazing sex?" Sam quipped

"I thought we were calling it 'physical therapy'." Luna grumbled, turning away from the other girl's cat-like grin, embarassed.

"Tomato, tomato." Sam yanked Luna over to her with a surprising amount of strength, and cradled the brunette's head against her chest.

"I don't blame you, Lunes." Sam continued, gently stroaking Luna's hair. "Lincoln's a great guy. Honestly, if he was a little older, and I'd met him first, he might be the one I was having this conversation with."

"P-please don't go there." Luna grumbled, unwilling to admit how much that scenario thrilled her.

"All I'm saying, is that the way I see it, there's only one solution to this little problem."

"And what's that?" Luna asked, warily. Sam was almost sounding reasonable, that usually meant the other shoe was about to drop.

"Simple." The blonde replied, giving Luna a peck on the cheek. "We've gotta get you laid."

Luna's eyes crossed. "Uh..."

"By your little brother." Sam continued, eyes alight with mischief.