One chapter today since I partied too hard over last night's Super Bowl win... LET'S GO CHIEFS! :D
Somewhere, in a dark warehouse, a whole lot of wristwatches, cigarette boxes, and purple sponges were seen.
A mysterious hooded figure was working on creating more arson weapons. The hooded figure was wiring the watch with the sponge.
"OW!"
The figure accidentally shocked itself with the wiring.
"Sonuvabitch…" The figure grumbled and set down the watch. The person got up and soon left, covering the broken window which shedded little light so nobody could see through.
"There is no excuse for your actions. And it sucks for you even more, wanna know why?"
"Wh- why?" Gary stuttered.
"You had a reassignment ahead of you, but I'm unsure whether the department will still give you after this." Stella lowered her eyelids in frustration. "As for the rest of you, you'll all have reassignments later this week, some earlier than others. And once more, I know many of you are great firefighters, and I want it to stay that way."
"So uh, Chief, any chance-"
"Don't ask me, wait throughout this week and you'll find out which station you'll be assigned to next."
"Who's your mama?" Spinelli bit her lip while Arnold was sucking on her breasts. "Yeah, that's right. You're my bitch now." She gave a devious smile.
"Ok c'mon now… Spinelli, that's out of pocket, right there." Arnold lowered his eyelids at her. "Hey, I'm not the one who cheated." She shrugged. "Now get back to suckin'!"
"What is this? Blackmail?" Arnold smirked as he did what she said. "Oh, shut up." She giggled.
"What's with you, Trav? You've been rather salty since we got here! What gives?" Donovan asked as he sat with Travis at the bar.
"It's that new asshole who's running for mayor, that's what! Have you forgotten what he did as Battalion Chief before Stella came?"
"Ugh, he was the worst." Donovan rolled his eyes. "And with him as the Police chief, he makes the force look even more corrupt than it already is. And now that he's running for mayor, he'll for sure want to hunt us down!"
"Defund us to straight-up want to kill us…" Michelle soon walked up. "What's with those bummy faces?"
"The race for being mayor…"
"Huh?"
"Ugh, it's a long story, but it's the Police Chief, Dixon." Donovan replied. "Patrick's dad? The hell would his ass do as mayor?" She sipped her beer.
"Defund us, hunt us down, cut our budget, have us killed… Who the hell knows." She spat out her beer. "Ok, maybe that's a little too far?"
An Hour Later
Arnold's phone was vibrating on the nightstand, but he didn't even notice as he was busy with other things…
"Aw, fuck…! Ah yes, that's the sweet spot!" Spinelli was lying down with her arms around his neck. Arnold was kissing her neck while thrusting in her vagina.
"Spinelli, I- I think-"
"Cum inside me! Please!" Spinelli wrapped her legs around him so that he couldn't pull out.
Arnold winced as Spinelli had her tongue out in joy.
"D'ah, shit…!" Arnold soon came inside her and then pulled out, with sperm dripping from both his cock, and her pussy.
"Surprised you lasted this long." Spinelli giggled as she motioned Arnold to her. He laid back down on top of her. Arnold lightly smiled as he gave slow kisses on her neck.
Arnold soon got off her and laid next to her, wrapping his arms around her waist.
She sighed lovingly. "Your debt has been paid, my lovable football head." Spinelli gave a kiss to Arnold's cheek. He lightly smiled and started kissing her shoulder.
"I can barely recall the last time I've had this much fun with you, sweetie." Arnold smiled. "Me neither, but Arnold, this was the most fun yet! You even surprised me with a few tricks you had up your sleeve."
"Well, let's just say… Rhonda and I had some very wild moments, and by that, I mean we have some crazy sex stories…" Arnold blushed. "You? And sex stories? Well, that's a first. Alright then, tell me, what crazy stories do you have?"
"Ugh, do you really want to hear?"
"Maybe another time?"
Arnold chuckled. "I love you so much, Ashley Funicello Spinelli." He then noticed the minor disappointment on her face. "Something wrong?"
"Mm? Oh, no, it's nothing… It's just- I hate my full name…!"
"Why? I think it sounds great." Arnold looked at her. "Well, if you hate your full name, why didn't you change it once you turned eighteen?" Arnold then asked. "You don't understand! I was named after my great aunt Ashley, she was a family hero! I never got to meet her but I'm tellin' you, she was a family hero! And if I were to change it, it'd be such a dishonor for my great aunt Ashley and my entire family!"
"And how come you hate the name 'Ashley'?"
"It's not that I hate it, it's just that almost every Ashley I ever met…is always one of those snobby, smug, and all that extra shit! Ever since I was a kid, it was those Ashleys who made that name a damn curse!"
"And how come you're even friends with them?"
"Could you stop with all these fuckin' questions?!" Spinelli snapped. Arnold flinched. "Ok, ok-"
"I'm sorry, Arnold, it's just that I feel like I have a bit of a burden with the name 'Ashley'… Like I'm supposed to have something accomplished or- or uh, be a makeup-wearing bitch who drinks tea and forces my daughter to play with dollies!" Arnold gave a comforting kiss on her cheek. "Spinelli, you already accomplished so much." He smiled.
"I did?"
"Of course! You accomplished so much, like that drawer that's full of medals as a teen." Arnold pointed. "Why do you have medals stuffed in there?"
"Why don't your shelves have any trophies on 'em?!" Arnold asked in an almost stern tone. "I do have medals and trophies!"
"Then there's your answer. You have accomplished things."
"Look, about that question you asked me about why I'm friends with those Ashleys… We may have set aside our differences, but I still hate what they did to me all those years as a kid."
"Look, you've done so much in your life, and you should be proud of yourself. Trophies or not, there'll always be one Spinelli, and you're my Spinelli." Arnold smiled wholeheartedly. She looked over and saw his wholehearted smile. Spinelli soon smiled. "That is the most beautiful thing I'll ever hear."
"There may be a ton of Ashleys, but there'll always be one Spinelli. And you're my Spinelli." Arnold smiled. She smiled back.
"I love you, Arnold."
"I'll always love you, Spinelli." The two smiled at each other. "I'll check on Andy, and we can get some sleep." Arnold soon said. "Actually, I'll do it."
"You sure? You usually stay here." Arnold replied. "Oh, I'm sure. I am an accomplished mother and girlfriend, aren't I?" She smirked as she got out of bed to get a robe on. Arnold smirked at her as he just noticed her panties tied around his cock.
"Oh…" He started untying it.
Andy was found awake in her room, and Spinelli knew how to get her to sleep.
"Hey, there, precious. You doin' okay?" Spinelli picked up Andy from her crib. "It's alright, momma's here. There, there. I'm here, sweetie." She heard Andy's joyful little laughter while holding her.
"Awww. You just wanted to see momma? Well, I'm here now. I'll always love and care for you, my little Princess. Your dad and I will always love you, sweetheart." Spinelli gave several kisses to Andy's forehead.
She soon felt arms snake around her waist. It was Arnold. He had on a pair of underwear and a black shirt.
"I couldn't have asked for a better mother and girlfriend. I love you, Spinelli." Arnold kissed her cheek from behind. Andy was soon falling asleep while the two love birds interacted.
"I'll meet you back in bed." The two kissed.
Spinelli soon laid Andy in her crib and surrounded her with toys and plushies.
"Sweet dreams, my precious angel." Spinelli leaned in for one more kiss on Andrea's forehead.
Arnold only smiled as he put an arm over her. They soon walked together back to their bedroom.
The two were soon in bed and snuggled up together.
"Good night, sweetheart." Arnold smiled. "Good night, my football-headed angel." Spinelli smiled back.
The part about the medals and shelf was a minor gag from Family Guy, thought it'd be funny to add it in here. Short and simple chapter today since I've been celebrating that super bowl win last night. GO CHIEFS! :D :D :D