Author's notes:
Small warning, this chapter starts off with very brief (like 200 words) but fairly descriptive sex scene. So, I mean, you're reading this, and you saw the story description, so you should probably know, but just in case.
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Filial
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Chapter 3
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All eight windows of this impossibly luxurious bedroom are currently opaque. On the inside, water condenses on the cooler glass panes, clumping into larger and larger drops before gravity wins and they slide down. The streaks they cleared as they fell are soon fogged over, too, all due to the hot, wet, humid atmosphere being generated from the couple within.
Moans, groans, and the vulgar noise of wet bare bodies slapping and sliding against each other echo through the room, the tempo ever increasing as the occupants arrive closer and closer to their respective crescendos.
Sensing the end is near for both of them, George reaches down and grabs Becky from behind, wrapping his arm around her front and pulling her up, bending her backward to press her back into his chest. He holds her there and growls as he pushes a few last strong thrusts into her. Becky reaches over her head, grabbing fistfuls of George's hair as she tosses her head back and screams.
They both cling to each other, bodies trembling as the ecstasy of release courses through them. Seconds stretch on until they both eventually collapse onto the bed, panting.
Becky involuntarily shudders as she feels George pull his length out of her, the warmth he left behind makes her giggle and groan.
She rolls over to face him and giggles again at what she sees. George still can't catch his breath, his face is flushed and his hair is sticking to his face, slick and shiny with sweat. He smiles at her.
Becky wiggles close and snuggles into his open arms, which soon envelop her. It's too hot for post coitus cuddles, but they can't help themselves.
Becky lets out a contented sigh, closing her eyes as the last wakes of her orgasm flow through her, leaving her relaxed and renewed.
She's about to drift off when she feels George shift around her. He gently strokes her back, making sure if she isn't already awake, that he wakes her gently.
"Hey Becky, are you still up?" He asks softly.
"Mmmmm, yeah. I'm here. just barely." She responds sleepily. Becky lifts her head up to look at his face, smiling. "That was incredible." She draws out the last syllables, letting her head fall back down when she's done.
George reaches down and kisses the top of her head.
Minutes pass before George works up the courage to continue talking.
"Hey… can we… try something?"
Becky stirs and sits up quickly, a devilish grin shining towards her lover. "Absolutely! Yes. What do you want to try now? No no wait let me guess. Is it that thing where I lay on my back with my head over the edge of the bed and you go down on me while I let you f-"
George, who has somehow flushed an even deeper shade of red, quickly stammers out a response before Becky can finish her… thought. "No! No no no nothing like that!"
George sits up, pulling a sheet over his waist. Becky arches an eyebrow and sits up as well, wrapping another sheet around her, suddenly self conscious at George's nervousness.
"... What's wrong?" Becky hesitantly asks.
"Noth- nothing is wrong. I just. I was wondering if you'd like to, um, go out somewhere?"
Becky perks up. "Oh! Ohhh. Oh you. I see what you're saying." She scoots closer and leans in. "I didn't know you had an exhibitionist streak in you, but I'm digging it. So where do you want to take me? A parking lot? Karaoke room?" She bounces in place. "Oo or maybe something more risky? Movie theater?" She narrows her eyes. "Don't tell me you're thinking even more freaky? What is it… A phone booth? Furniture store? Waiting room at the dentist?"
George rubs the back of his head. "I dunno… I was kinda thinking… an aquarium?"
Becky recoils "A-Aquarium? Okay, okay, risky but I can kinda see it." She leans back in and whispers. "What do you want to do there?"
"Um… look at fish?"
"Fish?"
"Yeah"
"Look at fish."
"Uh huh."
"And then what?"
George shrugs. "L-look at penguins?"
Becky tilts her head and looks at him, puzzled. She's trying to find the kinky angle, but she keeps coming up empty. And then, after an alarmingly long period of time, it hits her.
"...OH! You mean like a date?"
George perks up. "Y-Yeah!"
"Like a date date. Normal date. See attractions, end with a dinner date."
"Yes."
"... Wait a second…" Becky searches through her recent memory. "Have… have we not been on a date before?"
"N-no. I've… I've been too nervous to ask you." George prostrates himself in front of Becky, bowing as low as he can. "I deeply apologize for not being able to ask you out sooner. Please forgive me."
"...George. Honey. You mean to tell me after everything we've done for each other, to each other, every earth shattering thing we've been through these past few months, and you were nervous to ask me out on a date ?"
"Well, I… I just… really like you Becky. I already messed up a proposal…I don't want to mess anything else up."
Becky feels a swell in her chest equal parts adoration and annoyance. "... I'd love to go on a date with you."
George perks all the way up, giddy. "Really?!"
Becky rolls her eyes and smiles. "Yes, dear. Now," She gets up and pushes him down on the bed. "Your cuteness has made my lady parts tingle. Prepare your body."
Becky pounces on her unsuspecting prey.
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The driver grips the controls until their knuckles are white, the wind rushing past them flips their hair into disarray. No attempts are being made to slow down, despite the turn up ahead. In fact, they seem to be speeding up.
As they near the corner, the driver yanks the steering to the left and kicks out the rear into a skid. All four tires start to screech, leaving black rubber tracks along the path as they careen around the corner. The two left wheels leave the ground for a moment, before crashing back down, and the driver accelerates again down the path.
Nearing the end of the path, she slams the hand brakes. Losing traction for a moment, she starts to spin, grinding to a squeaking stop in front of two terrified pedestrians.
Anya catches her breath and loosens her grip on the steering bar and hand brake. She wipes the sweat from her brow, exhilarated by her new found mobility afforded to her by the knee-cart she currently leaned on.
The cart, which consists of a steering handle bar, four rubber wheels, and a cushion to kneel an injured leg on, was left over from an old injury Yor had recovered from. They dug it out to make it a little easier for Anya to get around, but now they saw the error in their decision.
Loid sighs. "Anya, we talked about this."
"What? I didn't crash this time."
"No but look at what you did." Loid points behind her.
Anya turns around to look at the department store aisle she just traveled through. The linoleum was covered in streaks and swirls of black skid marks.
Anya turns back around. "Those were already there."
Loid leans on the shopping cart and puts his head in his hand "Anya…"
"Look what I found!" She turns to Damian and holds up two loofahs, each decorated with smiley faces that have hearts for eyes. One is blue, the other is pink.
Damian raises an eyebrow. "I… I see."
Anya pouts. "Matching loofahs! We're a couple now, so we're allowed to do this sort of thing."
"Are we though?"
"Yup!" Anya tosses them into the cart and smiles. "I'm gonna find more matching things." She spins around and kicks off down the aisle, not bothering to wait for their response.
Loid and Damian look at each other. Damian shrugs, Loid sighs again. They continue down the aisle, occasionally picking up items that Damian may need during his daily life and putting them in the cart. It's been a few days since he moved in, and he's been able to subsist on hand me downs from Loid and Anya for the time being, but having his own stuff again will be a welcome change.
Damian is examining a toothbrush when Loid speaks up. "So how's your collarbone feeling?"
"Much better, honestly. It still hurts when I use my right arm, but other than that I don't notice it. The doctor said the break wasn't complete, so I shouldn't have to use the sling for too long." He takes the toothbrush and puts it in the cart, and the pair continue to walk.
"Aren't you right handed? It must make it hard to do things normally."
"Yeah, it does. But Anya has been a big help. … Sometimes too much to be honest."
Damian thinks back to the second night he was home, and the two were getting ready for bed.
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— Flashback —
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"Anya, I'm telling you it's fine. I can-"
"No, I saw you struggle last time. Trust me this will be way easier."
"I can brush my own teeth, Anya."
"Can you just stop complaining and try it?" Anya holds the toothbrush, toothpaste already applied, up level with his mouth. "I'll hold it here and you just move your head around to brush your teeth."
"I don't see how this is easier."
"Don't know until we try, now shush, get to work."
Damian sighs and shakes his head. He opens his mouth and moves forward until the brush is against his teeth. He starts bobbing and nodding his head, rubbing his teeth against the bristles.
Anya makes it about 10 seconds in before she has to back up, doubled over in a fit of giggles.
"What? What is it?"
Anya gets out an answer between laughs "You.. your face looks like a… cow trying to gnaw on a salt lick." Anya grips her sides, as the laughter consumes her.
Damian grows red faced and frowns. "Hang on, if you're just going to hold the brush in place why couldn't I just do that?"
To this, Anya falls on her side, full on belly laughing as her eyes tear up. And Damian understands this was her goal all along.
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— End flashback —
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Damian shakes his head. "Yeah, anyway, she's useful sometimes, when she wants to be."
"I think I understand. Well don't be afraid to ask either myself or Yor for help too."
"Of course. Thank you Mr. Forger."
They continue their shopping. Around the time they reach the shaving supplies, Loid speaks up again.
"So… I have to ask. How are you feeling about the whole marriage thing?"
Damian stutters in his step but catches himself. He looks at Loid. "How do I feel?"
"Yeah. I mean, it kind of seems like Anya decided on a lot of this by herself, like there wasn't much discussion involved. I was just curious about your thoughts. You're, what, 19? You have a long life ahead of you. I don't want you to feel like you're being rushed into this, for both your sakes."
"Ah." Damian looks down for a moment, then back up. "Honestly, sir, I never questioned it."
"Really? Not at all?"
"Not once. I can't imagine myself with anyone other than her. Something always felt like it was missing when we weren't talking, when we weren't together. And now that I'm with her, I feel whole again. I was always going to spend my life with her, she just beat me to the punch."
Loid smiles as he pretends to examine the packaging of a random product pulled off the shelf "I see."
Loid puts the box back on the shelf and turns around. "That's good to hear. However, that does mean you and I should probably have a chat about rules and boundaries in our house. Just because you've both decided to marry doesn't mean you should rush into starting a family."
The blood drains from Damian's face. Needless to say, the prospect of having a conversation with his girlfriend's father, concerning the details of his physical relationship with said girlfriend, is terrifying.
Loid continues, either unaware or unconcerned about the panic settling on Damian's face. "Look, I'm not going to pretend like we don't notice how you two look at each other, or how you two stop talking whenever we leave the room, or the disheveled looks you have whenever we return." Damian is making sputtering noises, and looks like he may start foaming at the mouth any minute. "I just… I know what it's like to desire someone. I know how hard it is to deny those urges." Damian is looking up and down the aisle for rescue, but to no avail. "I need to make sure you're aware of the consequences and risks. I'd like to know that I can trust you two to practice safe sex-" Damian is choking now. "-when the time comes. And I hope that you two aren't rushing into this."
Damian has to turn around and stare at a bottle of shaving cream for several seconds as he grapples with the reality of this conversation he wasn't ready for.
Eventually he takes a deep breath and turns back around. "Mr. Forger, I understand your concerns. I'm sorry that your daughter and I have been ph-ph-physically expressing our emotions in your house." Damian says the last part of the sentence as if it is all one word. He pauses, thinking about what he just said. He frowns and shakes his head.
"Actually? No. I'm not sorry. We've both been waiting a long time to be together, and excuse us if we're a tad excited to finally share these feelings with each other."
Something bold possesses Damian, and he presses on. "We've talked it over, and we've agreed that we don't want to rush things, and we also both know the… risks of progressing our relationship. I appreciate your concern, but we're going to be okay. And you should give your daughter some more credit. She's incredibly smart. We'll make good choices."
Loid smiles and pats Damian on his good shoulder. "Hey, I can respect that. I appreciate that you're comfortable enough to communicate that with me."
Damian butts in "Nothing about this conversation is comfortable."
Loid continues unperturbed. "And I do trust you two to make good choices. I just need to do my due diligence as a father, and part of that is having conversations like this with the person my daughter wants to be with. So that you know that we're open to communicate about this if you have concerns."
Damian relaxes his shoulders, unaware how much tension he was holding in them. He nods to the words Loid is saying.
"And I also know that you don't have that many adults you can talk to about this at home, so, I want to make sure you know you can talk to me."
"I appreciate that, Mr. Forger." Damian smiles at Loid.
"Of course. Anytime you need to talk you know how to find me. Even if it's about Anya. Especially if it's about her. Her mother and I have tried to raise her to know that our household is a sex-positive environment where we all feel comfortabl-"
Damian chokes out a response, interrupting Loid. "Yup got it sure positive I understand hey look I found shaving cream isn't that great okay into the basket you go mr. shaving cream haha yup well glad that's over okie dokie what's next" Damian panic-walks down the aisle, hoping the next item on his list is somewhere far away.
No luck, shaving razors is next on the list, and for some stupid reason they stock them right next to the shaving cream. Damian pretends to intently study the options.
After a few minutes, he sighs. He turns to Loid again. "Thank you, Mr. Forger. For your concern. I promise that we'll come to you if we have… things to discuss."
"Thank you. And thank you for discussing this with me."
Damian turns back around, intent on actually choosing something this time. "Yup. No problem." Without thinking, he adds one more thing as he picks up a shaving kit. "Honestly the walls in your house are so thin I doubt we'd even get away with anything anyway."
Loid chuckles. "Haha, yeah they are pretty-... Huh… Wait. Thin? How thin are they? How do you know?"
The blood drains from Damian's face again.
Minutes later Anya zooms back around the corner, wearing an adorable fuzzy nightcap with yellow stars patterned on it. She rolls to a stop in front of Damian and Loid, who are beet-red, covering their faces with their hands. They are both refusing to speak, or even acknowledge her presence.
She tilts her head at them, shrugs, and reaches over to put a matching fuzzy nightcap on Damian's head. She adjusts it so it's well seated, nods at her handiwork, and zooms off down the aisle in search of more couple-themed paraphernalia.
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Back home again, Anya and Damian sit on the couch in the living room, alone. Loid is in his bedroom with Yor, the door is closed.
Anya grabs both sides of Damian's face and squeezes his cheeks together. "You did WHAT?!"
Damian, through a squished face, responds. "I may have accidentally told your father we can hear him having sex with your mother."
Anya, still holding Damian's head, closes her eyes and tilts her head back, inhaling a long, slow, deep breath to try to calm the rage in her heart. She thinks of tranquility, of zen. Of how, in the grand scheme of the cosmos, this concern is trivial, and we should be grateful that we had a chance to experience anything at all. One day, we will all return to dust, and our energy will return to the universe. And some time after that, the sun will expand until it consumes the earth, and it will be like nothing ever happened. This is but a moment in time, and it will pass. She lowers her head and opens her eyes again.
It didn't work.
Anya starts shaking Damian's head vigorously back and forth. "Why on earth would you do this?!"
Damian responds in syllables timed to the shaking he's experiencing. "I didn't mean to, it just sort of slipped out."
Anya stops the shaking and lets go of his head. "Specifics, Damian. How does something like that 'slip out'? What were you two even talking about that led up to this?"
Damian looks around nervously, not making eye contact. "I mean, we were just talking about, y'know, normal things I guess."
Anya raises an eyebrow, skeptical. "... Damian. Didn't we just go through a whole thing about trust? Why are you lying to me?"
Damian frowns. "Woah, hey. This is so not a trust thing. This is an… embarrassment thing."
Anya throws her hands up. "What can possibly be more embarrassing than what you already told me?"
Damian keeps looking around at anything other than Anya.
"What, it's not like you were talking about our impending sex life or anything right?"
Damian flinches.
"...Right?"
Damian starts to sweat.
Anya grabs him by the head again and shakes. "Right, Damian?!"
Damian looks at Anya with a guilty expression.
Anya slumps against the couch. "I left you two alone for like, 5 minutes?!"
"It all happened so fast! One minute we're talking about our engagement plans, next he's saying how they know how much we make out or that they've created this 'sex positive' environment where we can talk about things."
"Oh. Well, yeah I kinda already knew about that."
Damian whips his head around. "Come again?"
"Yeah, I mean, they aren't shy about sex. They taught me that it isn't something to be embarrassed about." She leans her head back and sighs. "I thought you were telling him like, explicit details or something."
Damian shudders at the thought. "But… if they're saying it's nothing to be embarrassed about, why did he seem so embarrassed when I told him?"
"Knowing or talking about sex is way different than flaunting your sex acts in the faces of people you know."
"Huh. I guess that makes sense." Damian thinks for a moment, and backtracks. "Wait so what details did you think I was sharing? We've only made out."
"' Only made out ' huh? I'll remember that next time we 'only make out'."
"That's not what I mean and you know it."
Anya smirks. "I guess I meant like, telling him your fantasies. Like what you are planning to do to me."
"Plans? Do you have plans?"
"You mean you don't?" Anya raises an eyebrow at him.
"I mean… loosely? Some… fantasies, sure. But I guess I'm more just going with how I feel at the time. I'm not putting together a checklist or anything."
"Huh, well that's too bad. Maybe you should."
"Are you telling me you have detailed plans?"
Anya grins an evil grin and leans close to him, whispering. "I have so many plans for what I want to do to you, Damian Desmond."
Damian visibly shivers.
Before he has a chance to respond, and before Anya has a chance to tease further, the door to Loid and Yor's bedroom opens. They both walk out and join them in the living room.
Loid clears his throat. "Anya, Damian, we should talk. It's been brought to our attention that you may have… heard some things coming from our bedroom, when we're alone in there."
Anya and Damian both begin to sweat.
"Dad, I don't… I don't think we need to talk about this. Really."
Yor raises her hand. "No no, I think we should. I really feel like we should explain some things."
Damian closes his eyes and tries to find his happy place while Anya continues to plead for a new topic.
Loid talks over them. "I just want you both to know, the kinds of things we say in there, the things we say to each other in there, are done so out of love. They don't always reflect the kinds of things we really feel, or the respect I have for your mother or that your mother has for me. Sometimes, in times of passion, people say things that add elements of, say, sensuality or excitement. Things we don't normally-"
Anya finally manages to talk louder than Loid, cutting him off. "Wait a second! Wait! Please!"
Loid pauses while Anya gathers herself. Both her and Damian are completely flushed red.
"We… We can't hear what you say in there."
"...oh?" Loid and Yor look at each other. "But, Damian said you can…"
Damian jumps in "I said we can hear sex noises, not conversations!"
"... Oh. I see. Well then…"
Awkward seconds of silence stretch on as everyone tries to figure out where to go from here.
Then the doorbell rings.
Anya and Damian both shoot up, saying simultaneously "I got it!"
Anya grabs her crutches and they both hurry over to the door. In the hall they slow down and both turn to each other.
Damian deflates. "Thank god."
Anya shakes her head, talking quietly. "The reason I now know all these things I never wanted to know is absolutely 100% your fault."
Damian nods. "I know. I regret everything. I'll make it up to you I promise."
They both make it to the door. "You better." Anya says as she opens the door.
Anya sees Damian's face go white, and she turns to look at who's at the door. She doesn't recognize them.
A moment passes in silence, before Damian squeaks out a response.
"... Mom?"
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Chapter 2: End
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Author's notes:
Before mom showed up (which, by the way, surprise!) this entire chapter some how ended up being about sex. That wasn't the plan, but also the plan was more just a 'plan' and not a plan plan.
I swear this story will be more than just sex.
But it will be a recurring theme.
