Love in the Balance Ch. 26

Hey guys, here's Chapter 26! I hope you enjoy it. Sorry this one took so long! I've got a lot of projects I want to work on, but sadly there are only so many hours in a day. I haven't fully decided, but I'm thinking there will be a decent-sized time skip for Chapter 27. I have an outline for the story, but quite a few things are left pretty vague. Everyone's pretty established right now, so the time skip will probably be useful. We'll see!

I'm starting to think more about the ending. There are a few major events I have plotted that still have to happen, but I do intend for this one to wrap up. When? I don't know exactly, but it's something I'm thinking about more. I don't think this one will need to be sixty chapters like Birthday Pool Party was. We'll see how things play out!

Comments and feedback are always appreciated! I read every single one. Also, please let me know if you spot any mistakes. Errors bug me, and I make sure to upload revised editions whenever I find any. Please note that this story is a work of fiction. I might use parody names for pop culture references: including songs, books, movies, and celebrities. However, they are not meant to accurately represent the real people or media. This is a fictional universe. As always, this is a world without STI's, and everyone involved in sexual activity is at least eighteen years old.

-Witty

NOTE: If you're new to my stories, there's a timeline on my page that should work as a suggested reading order. Just don't judge my earlier stories too harshly! I was, and am, still learning.

~Friday November 07, 2025~

Theo was eternally grateful that he was already at the hospital when he'd gotten the call. He rushed down the corridor, following signs toward the emergency room. His heart was pounding, his thoughts racing as he replayed those three words over and over. Sienna was attacked.

Just minutes earlier he'd been in Leslie's room, laughing with his friends and smiling at baby Benjamin. It had been such a happy time. The only thing missing was Sienna. Then his phone rang. He had known something was wrong the moment he heard her mother's voice. Sienna was conscious; his mother had assured him of that. She also said the doctors didn't believe her injuries were serious.

It wasn't enough. Theo needed to see her.

The emergency room was buzzing with activity when Theo arrived. A television mounted above the waiting area was playing a game show nobody was watching. A child cried somewhere by the reception desk, while a man in a wheelchair argued with the woman beside him. One guy was having a fit of coughs that seemed to be interrupting his ability to play a game on his phone.

"Theo!" a female voice called out.

He turned and saw Sienna's parents rising from chairs near the wall.

He crossed the room in seconds. "Where is she?"

"They're examining her," Rhys answered.

"Is she okay?"

"She's going to be fine," Gwen assured him.

"What happened?"

Gwen took a breath. She looked exhausted, her eyes red. "Randall."

"What did he do?" Theo asked, feeling anger and fear building within him.

"He grabbed her," Gwen answered. "Tried to make her go somewhere with him. She fought back and he hit her."

"He hit her?" Theo hissed through clenched teeth.

Her mother nodded. "She managed to get away."

"Thankfully someone helped her," Rhys added. "The police were called. Randall was arrested."

"Holy shit," Theo breathed before looking toward the doors. "Can I see her?"

"She's been asking for you," Gwen informed him.

Theo let out a nervous laugh. "Then why am I standing here?"

A faint smile crossed Gwen's face. "Because we have to ask a nurse."

"Right! Sorry."

"Don't apologize." Her mother shook her head before reaching out to squeeze his arm. "I'm glad you're here."

"I wouldn't be anywhere else."

Theo approached the reception desk with Sienna's parents. After a brief conversation, the receptionist contacted someone in the treatment area. Several minutes later, a nurse appeared and offered to take Theo in back. Sienna's parents decided to stay in the waiting room.

Sienna was sitting upright on an examination bed in a curtained bay. Her jacket lay folded on a chair, and she was holding an ice pack against the left side of her face. Sienna's cheek was swollen and there was dried blood near the corner of her mouth where her lower lip had split. A reddish mark covered part of her wrist.

But she was there. Alive. Conscious. And looking at him with wide, fearful eyes.

"Theo?"

"Sienna!" Theo exclaimed, crossing the room.

The redhead tried to smile, resulting in a wince. "Hi."

Theo stopped beside the bed, wanting to comfort her but afraid he might hurt her. "Can I hug you?"

"Yes, please," she whispered.

Leaning forward, Theo wrapped his arms carefully around her. Sienna whimpered softly, clinging to him immediately. Then she began to cry. Theo held her close, one hand resting at the back of her head. He cooed softly to her, running his fingers through her hair as she sobbed.

"I was so scared," she mumbled against his shoulder.

"I know," he replied, rubbing her back.

"He wouldn't let me go."

Theo closed his eyes and let out a breath. His every instinct urged him to find Randall and make him regret ever going near her. But Sienna was trembling in his arms, needing to feel safe and loved. Randall could wait; she couldn't. So he kissed the top of her head as he tried to push his anger away.

"I'm here," he assured her. "You're safe."

"I love you," Sienna said, squeezing his arm.

"I love you, too."

Sienna eventually pulled back and sniffled. "I'm sorry."

"For what?" Theo frowned.

"Getting your shirt wet."

Theo laughed lightly. "Seriously?"

Sienna managed a tiny smile. "It's a nice shirt."

He brushed a strand of hair out of her face. "How are you feeling?"

"Like someone punched me in the face."

Theo winced. "Right. Stupid question."

Sienna held up her hand, forefinger hovering slightly over her thumb. "Just a little bit."

"Does it hurt?" he asked.

She reached for his hand. "Yeah. My cheek and lip. And my wrist."

Theo took her uninjured hand and squeezed it.

Lifting her right hand, Sienna revealed a dressing across her palm. "I fell when I got away."

"Did they check your head?" Theo wondered. "In case you have a concussion or something."

"They checked everything," the redhead confirmed. "No sign of serious injury."

"Okay, good." He let out a nervous breath. "I was terrified. When your mother called, all I heard was you'd been attacked. I didn't know how bad, or if-"

Her eyes softened. "I know. I'm okay. Um, did you tell everyone?"

"I told them something happened and you were in the emergency room."

"Oh."

"They're worried about you," Theo said.

Sienna winced. "I was supposed to be upstairs meeting the baby."

"Leslie had a healthy baby boy," he stated firmly. "Everyone's okay. No one's mad at you. They just want you to be okay."

"Randall was waiting for me," she whispered. "He said we need to talk. He kept saying I was making a mistake, that you didn't really care about me. That I was throwing away what we had."

Theo didn't speak, letting Sienna tell her story.

"I tried to walk around him, but he grabbed my arm," she mumbled. "He wouldn't let go. I told him no over and over, that I wouldn't go with him."

Theo felt sick.

"I slapped him."

"Good."

"Randall was so angry," Sienna sighed. "He hit me and I fell. Then he was reaching for me, and I thought he was going to keep hurting me. Or that he'd..."

"You're okay," Theo reassured her.

"Then someone was shouting," the redhead continued. "The police were called and I gave them a statement."

Sienna looked at him carefully. "You're angry."

"Yes."

"At me?"

His head snapped up. "No, of course not! You didn't do anything wrong. I'm angry at Randall."

"Me too," she admitted. "And scared. What if he comes back?"

"We'll figure out what to do next," Theo promised. "Your parents are here and I'm here. The police know what happened."

Sienna nodded weakly.

"You don't have to decide anything tonight." he added. "And if you want me to stay with you, I'm staying."

Her hand squeezed his. "I want you to stay."

"Then I'm staying."

A soft female voice drew their attention to the entrance where a doctor had appeared. "How are we doing?"

"Better," Sienna answered.

"Sienna, do you want him to stay while we talk?" the doctor asked.

"Yes."

The doctor stepped into the examination bay with a friendly smile. She reviewed the examination findings, explaining that Sienna's injuries were limited to cuts and bruises. Sienna didn't have a concussion from either the punch or the fall, and her bruises would probably get worse before fading.

"Great," Sienna muttered. "I'll need to get some cover up."

Theo smiled. "You'll always be beautiful."

"You're biased," she pointed out.

"Extremely," Theo agreed.

The doctor smiled before turning serious. "Because this was an assault, we can have a social worker speak with you about safety planning and available resources. There's no obligation, but I'd strongly encourage you to consider it."

Sienna glanced at Theo who squeezed her hand but didn't say anything.

After a moment, Sienna nodded. "Okay, I'd like that."

"Good," the doctor said. "I'll give you some privacy."

The doctor left, and Sienna leaned back against the pillows. "You're staring."

"You're beautiful," he replied, leaning over to kiss her forehead. "And I missed you."

"Theo?"

"Yeah?" Theo asked.

"Don't leave me tonight."

"I'm not going anywhere," he promised.

"What about the spa? We were supposed to leave tonight," she reminded to him.

"I'm sure we'll be able to reschedule." Theo shrugged. "It might work out for the best. We can leave even earlier to get more time there."

Sienna looked down at her hands. "I was really looking forward to it."

"So was I," Theo admitted.

Lifting her head, she gazed at him seriously with her bright green eyes. "I wanted this weekend to be our first time."

Theo smiled. "We'll have other chances."

"Someone's confident," Sienna giggled.

"There she is," Theo replied happily.

"I'm not going anywhere," she promised.

Several floors above them, Benjamin Pearson was experiencing his first evening in the world. Leslie and Conner were likely exhausted, and The Gang of Eight was probably still fussing over the baby. Theo was holding Sienna's hand. Whatever happened next with Randall, the police, or anything else: they would deal with it. Together.

Sienna had never been so relieved to see her own front door. She'd walked through it thousands of times: after work as an adult, after school as a child, and after college classes or partying as a young adult. Yet after the day she'd had, seeing that door melted away her stress and eased the tension in her shoulders.

She had met with the social worker before talking to the police again. A restraining order would be filed against Randall and he was being charged with assault. Sienna had only gotten a few minutes with Leslie, learning that the baby was asleep. Leslie fell asleep not long after, forcing Sienna to head home with Theo and her parents.

"Sweetheart?" her mother whispered.

Sienna looked up. "Yeah?"

"You okay?"

"Yeah," Sienna replied, sighing at the skeptical look her mother gave her. "Mostly."

They walked inside, with Theo carrying her purse and discharge paperwork. He hadn't let her carry anything since leaving the emergency room. Ordinarily, she might have teased him about how good he looked with her purse. Tonight, she was simply grateful.

After changing into pajama pants and a t-shirt, Sienna sat on the couch, curling her legs beneath her. Theo sat beside her, wearing lounge pants borrowed from Rhys. Her father took a spot on an armchair and put on a show Sienna enjoyed. Her mother soon brought her a bowl of soup.

"Mom," Sienna whined.

"What?"

"I'll be twenty-two in a few days," Sienna replied.

"And?"

"You don't have to bring me soup," the redhead blushed slightly.

Gwen raised an eyebrow. "Would you prefer I take it back?"

Sienna immediately pulled the bowl closer. "No."

"Didn't think so."

Theo laughed.

"There's more in the kitchen if you'd like some?" Gwen offered Theo.

"Yes, please," Theo replied. "Thank you, ma'am."

"Stop calling me 'ma'am,'" Gwen admonished gently.

"Sorry, ma'am."

Sienna nearly choked on her first spoonful.

Everything felt almost normal. Sienna's mother wanted to see pictures of Benjamin Pearson, and both women cooed over the cuteness of the baby. Sienna smiled at the picture of Theo holding the baby, then laughed at how terrified Noah looked when it was his turn.

"That poor baby," Sienna giggled.

"Benjamin or Noah?" Theo asked.

"Both."

Gwen collected the empty bowls not long before Rhys decided he was ready to head to bed. He looked a little uncomfortable with Theo staying the night in Sienna's bedroom, but he just kissed his daughter goodnight and went to bed with Gwen.

Sienna felt the silence immediately. She remembered Randall's hand closing around her wrist, recalled his furious face. Her cheek throbbed as she remembered his fist impacting her face. She shifted on the couch. Theo noticed, wrapping an arm around her shoulders protectively.

"He can't get in here," Theo promised. "The door's locked. If he shows up, I'll kill him and your father will get rid of the body."

"Theo," Sienna giggled.

"What? It's the truth."

Sienna looked down. "I hate that I'm scared in my own house."

"I know," Theo whispered.

"I wanna go to bed," she replied quietly. "Will you hold me?"

"Of course."

They went through their nighttime routines, including brushing their teeth. The two of them then climbed into bed. Sienna texted with the girls, reassuring them that she was okay. Theo also had his phone out, sending texts to the guys. He held Sienna close as he messaged with his roommate.

"Everything okay?" Sienna asked.

"Yeah, just letting Noah know I won't be home," Theo answered.

Sienna frowned. "Is he okay?"

"I think so," Theo sighed. "He and Hannah broke up."

"How did that happen?" Sienna wondered.

"I guess Noah realized he didn't see a future with Hannah," Theo explained. "Apparently Noah cares about that now."

"Well, good for him, I guess," the redhead replied.

"Yeah, but Priya might rip his nuts off, so there's that..."

"I have to go into work on Monday just to see that fight," Sienna commented, setting her phone down. "Hopefully Randall doesn't show up."

"Hopefully he's still in jail," Theo replied.

"Yeah..."

"What about your birthday on Tuesday?" Theo asked. "How are we going to celebrate if we aren't having the spa weekend?"

"I don't know," she admitted. "We do have Tuesday off."

"That's true," Theo agreed. "Veteran's Day. Maybe I can get us a hotel room? We'll leave Wednesday morning for work from there?"

"Oooh, I like it!" Sienna nodded. "My dad won't, but I do!"

"You can tell him," Theo laughed.

"Coward," she accused. "Oh! Did you get me a present?"

"I did, in fact," he confirmed, grabbing his wallet and taking out a necklace. "I was going to get a bag for it when we got to the spa."

"Awe, I love it!" Sienna gushed before kissing him. "Sorry you had to give it to me like this, but you could have waited for Tuesday?"

"I didn't want to." he shrugged. "You deserve it now."

Sienna placed the silver necklace on her bedside table and took Theo's face in her hands. Then she kissed him softly. The two of them snuggled under the covers, with Sienna at first struggling to relax. But Theo was there whenever she opened her eyes. Surrounded by everything familiar and a guy she loved, Sienna eventually slept.

~Saturday November 08, 2025~

"And they lived happily ever after," Megan finished the story with a flourish before leaning over the bed to kiss Carter's forehead. "The end."

"Good story, Mommy," Carter replied in a sleepy voice.

"Thank you, baby," Megan said with a smile. "Did you thank Steven and Aunt Nell for their lovely character portrayals?"

"Thank you!" Carter grinned.

"Happy to play the space cowboy, partner," Steven drawled.

"And I make a great wicked witch!" Nell cackled evilly as she twitched her shoulder. "Hehehehe!

"Just had to change the voice, not the personality," Megan teased, making Carter laugh.

"Oh, you think that's funny?" Nell asked, reaching over to tickle Carter's sides. "Not smart, young man!"

"Ah! No!" Carter squealed as he struggled to get a way from Nell's dancing fingers.

"Goodnight, you," Nell said, stopping the tickling to kiss his cheek.

"Goodnight, Aunt Nell," Carter replied once he caught his breath.

Twenty minutes later, Megan, Penelope, and Steven were relaxing on the couch with glasses of wine and a big bowl of popcorn. They were all wearing pajama bottoms and t-shirts. The ladies had their long hair in braids down their backs. Megan had recently convinced them to start The Forgotten series, and they were ready to start Part Five. The killer had been decapitated in The Forgotten Part Three, but that hadn't stopped his rampage.

The opening credits of The Forgotten Part Five rolled across the screen, accompanied by an ominous melody that the series was famous for. A young woman was skinny dipping while waiting on her guy, the screen making sure to show her big boobs several times. Soon she was being chased through the woods by the killer, tripping over branches as she struggled to escape.

"Didn't this guy die again in the last one?" Steven asked after a sip of wine.

"Yup," Nell replied.

"He fell into a furnace, right?" Megan frowned.

"Yup," Nell said again.

"And exploded?"

"Yes!" Nell laughed lightly, tossing her braid over one shoulder. "Mom was covered in fake blood and fake... ick."

"Oh yeah, the intestine dangling off her shoulder." Steven nodded. "So, how is he back?"

Nell took a casual sip of wine. "Contract negotiations."

Megan burst out laughing.

"I'm serious," Penelope continued. "The studio wanted another sequel and the actor wanted another paycheck. Being reduced to piles of molten flesh can't compare to the power of the almighty dollar."

"Sounds about right," Steven grumbled as the coed was brutally murdered. "They could at least explain how he's back."

"This is just the opening." Nell rolled her eyes. "Didn't you see these movies before?"

"It's been a while," he admitted.

"Don't you remember what happens? It's disgusting!" Megan crinkled her nose. "They take the pieces of his body for study. His heart starts beating again and the scientist eats it, letting him be reborn."

"How old is your mother in this one?" Megan asked.

Nicole Fisher had become famous thanks to The Forgotten series. An adorable blonde girl, everyone had loved her acting skills. She had done other horror films while growing up, but she continued appearing in The Forgotten. Werewolves, vampires, demons, and ghosts; Nicole had done it all.

"Uh, sixteen, I think," Nell answered.

"How old was she when she fought the werewolf?"

"Twenty," Nell replied.

"Then there was that really dirty vampire movie," Megan said. "Her boobs were out every five minutes for that one."

Penelope glanced at Megan in annoyance. "Yeah, I remember. Still scarred for life."

"I liked it," Steven mumbled.

"Of course you did," Nell playfully punched him on the arm.

Steven was sitting between Penelope and Megan, both girls giggling as they watched the movie. It was soon revealed how the killer had been reborn, with Megan practically gagging as the guy ate the heart. The killer lived again while Nicole Fischer spent time with her friends and babysat in the evenings.

A couple of Nicole's friends were talking about the recent murder, claiming the killer was back. Nicole refused to believe it, having recently been covered in pieces of the murderer. Two of Nicole's friends had to babysit Friday night and were afraid of meeting the killer. Nicole told them they were being stupid. It wasn't long before Nicole was proven wrong.

Nicole was staying late after school when she stopped at a closed door. A low, threatening noise came from the other side. She slowly reached for the handle.

Steven sighed. "Don't."

Nicole turned the knob.

"Don't do it," Megan added.

The door creaked open. Beyond it lay a completely dark classroom. Nicole stepped inside.

All three of them shouted simultaneously. "TURN ON THE LIGHT!"

A second later, the masked killer appeared.

Megan shrieked while Steven jumped. Penelope calmly ate a handful of popcorn.

Nicole screamed and fled down the corridor.

"Every single time," Nell sighed.

Megan looked at Steven. "You jumped!"

"So did you!"

"I was startled," Megan reasoned.

"That's what jumping is!"

Nell grinned. "You two are fucking adorable."

"Shut up," Megan said, throwing a piece of popcorn at her friend.

Onscreen, Nicole ducked into a supply closet.

"Smart," Steven grunted sarcastically. "Run from the murderer and lock yourself in a small room with one exit."

Nell nodded solemnly. "Great job, Mom."

"How did she survive so many movies doing this?" Steven wondered.

"Excellent representation," Penelope answered.

Megan laughed into Steven's shoulder, lifting her long legs as her bare foot brushed his leg.

The killer approached the closet, his heavy footsteps echoing through the corridor. Nicole held her breath, her face barely visible in the dark. The doorknob turned just before the view returned to outside the closet. Steven and Megan both leaned forward, neither of them remembering what happened next.

"Okay, now let's see how she gets out of this," Steven said.

The door flew open. And Nicole swung a fire extinguisher directly into the killer's face. He staggered backwards, giving Nicole room to step out of the closet.

"YES!" Megan shouted.

Steven raised his glass. "Character development!"

"Go, Mom!" Nell applauded.

Nicole struck the killer again, then dropped the extinguisher and ran.

"Why'd she drop it?" Steven frowned.

"Because the script said so," Nell replied smoothly.

"She had a weapon!" he exclaimed.

"Steven, if everyone in these movies made smart decisions, the franchise would've ended in 1990," Nell pointed out.

"Okay, true."

The killer slowly rose from the floor.

Nell lifted her glass toward the television. "Welcome back, asshole!"

They watched in relative silence as Nicole escaped the killer before being saved. None of the adults believed her that the killer was back. Unsurprisingly, more bodies started dropping. Nicole discovered an elaborate conspiracy as she and her friends fled the killer. Toward the end of the movie, Nicole delivered a dramatic monologue about finally confronting her childhood trauma.

"For years, I've been running from the darkness," Nicole declared, staring directly into the camera. "Tonight, the darkness is going to run from me."

"Mom practiced that line for three days," Nell said. "The director kept telling her to make it more intense."

The movie ended predictably, with Nicole defeating the killer. When the credits rolled, Megan stepped away and came back with another bottle of wine. Penelope leaned forward and unhooked her bra. Reaching down the front of her shirt, she pulled out her bra and tossed it over the couch.

"Ah, that's better," Nell sighed. "I don't care that there's a guy here; the girls need to breathe."

"We've done this before, it's fine," Megan scoffed. "If you don't care that he can see your pokie nipples, neither do I."

"Okay then."

Megan poured some wine before removing her own bra and sitting back down beside Steven. He put an arm around her as she sipped her glass. Beside them, Nell was munching on popcorn as they waited for the famous Part Six to start. Nicole Fischer had recently turned eighteen, and when the movie came out, everyone learned she was ready to show she was all grown up.

Part Six started with someone inadvertently waking the killer and freeing him from his prison. The murderer then made his way through the woods, eventually killing a couple who were making love in their RV. It was a great opportunity for the first titty shot of the film.

Nicole and her friend group were shown next, all of them enjoying life. They were eighteen; mainly interested in partying, drinking, and boys. Partway through the film was Nicole Fischer's famous scene. She stood fully nude, her entire body exposed to the camera.

"Classy, Mom," Nell sighed, taking a sip of wine.

"I'm enjoying it," Steven mumbled quietly.

"Perv," Megan teased with a giggle.

Nell reached up and playfully covered Steven's eyes. "Stop looking at my mom's butt!"

Steven laughed as he tried to see around Nell's hands. "How about we pause it? I used to do that with movies when I was a kid."

"Why am I not surprised?" Megan laughed.

"You know, Nell, you look a lot like your mother," Steven observed as they playfully fought.

"What's your point, sir?" Penelope asked, getting up on her knees to cover his eyes.

"Nothing," he replied, grabbing both Nell's wrists and pinning them out of the way. "I was just wondering if you had the same bum as your mom."

"Steven!" Nell gasped. "That is none of your business!"

"Would you have preferred I ask about the chest area?" he asked with a smirk.

Megan set her wine glass down on the coffee table. "Behave, children."

"No! He started it!" Nell growled, struggling against Steven's hands. "Help me out here, Megs!"

"Fine," Megan sighed.

The raven-haired heiress pounced. She wrapped her arms around Steven's neck from behind, tugging him backward and away from Nell. Steven cried out, struggling not to fall as Nell freed her hands. She then grabbed his wrists, trying to pin his arms. Steven resisted, and Nell distracted him by playfully licking his cheek.

"Hey! That's cheating!" Steven declared.

"There are no rules in a street fight!" Nell countered. "Get him, Megs!"

Penelope held Steven's hands while Megan started tickling his sides. Steven struggled, twisting and turning in a futile attempt to escape Megan's dancing fingers. He pushed back against his girlfriend, feeling her large breasts squish against his back. Nell took the opportunity to slip out of Steven's grip and get off the couch.

"Hah!" Nell threw up her hands. "Victory!"

"Yeah, well, whatever," Steven grumbled.

"Don't be a sore loser, Steven," Nell stuck out her tongue. "Here. Let me satisfy your curiosity."

Nell spun around and used both hands to tug down the back of her pajama bottoms and panties. She giggled cutely as she wiggled her butt, mooning Steven and Megan.

"Penelope!" Megan hissed.

"What? Don't wanna smack it?" Nell asked, swatting her bare bottom.

"Pull up your pants!" Megan growled.

"Well, that's the first time anyone's ever said that to me," Penelope laughed, pulling up her pants and spinning around so fast her long braid whipped around her. "What do you think, Steven? Same bum as Mom's?"

"I, uh..." Steven stammered, trying not to look at where Nell's nipples dented the fabric of her t-shirt. "Yeah, maybe."

"And now he's blushing." Megan gestured with her hands. "Great job, Penelope."

"Awe, I'm sorry," Nell said, making a pouting face. "Would it help if I embarrassed Megan?"

"Sure, what do you have for me?" Steven asked, perking up.

"Hm, let's see," Nell tapped her chin thoughtfully.

"Don't you dare!" Megan pointed at her best friend.

"Oh, I know!" Nell exclaimed. "When we were in Germany, we found a hot German guy and challenged him to pick one of us up."

"Really? That story," Megan rolled her eyes.

"What happened?" Steven asked eagerly.

"He tried to pick up us both," Nell continued sadly. "Of course Megs wasn't up for any girl-on-girl action. I said we didn't have to touch each other, but nope. She wouldn't have it. So we competed for him."

"Nell whipped out her tits right there at the bar," Megan spoke up.

"I did!" Penelope nodded. "But I lost when Megs leaned over and whispered in his ear that he could fuck her up the ass."

Steven burst out laughing.

"Which he was more than happy to do," Megan admitted with a blush. "He yelled something in German when he came. Never did figure out what."

"Sorry, Steven," Nell added with a wince. "You probably don't want to hear about your girlfriend getting nasty with someone else."

"We all have a past," Steven said, taking Megan's hand and squeezing it.

"Aren't you a sweetie." Penelope grinned as she reached over and grabbed her wine glass. Draining the glass, she placed it back on the coffee table. "Oh! I have a question, Miss Bauer."

"Fine, but I've never seen my mom's ass," Megan replied smoothly. "So I don't know if it looks like mine."

"No, I'm thinking of something better," Nell said. "Who's the better kisser, me or Steven?"

"Penelope!" Megan gasped. "I am not answering that!"

"Do you need a reminder of how great I am?" Steven questioned.

Before Megan could respond, Steven grabbed the back of her head and pressed his lips to hers. Megan immediately relaxed in his arms, her fingers trailing along his arm as she kissed him back. The two made out softly for a couple minutes, their tongues doing their familiar dance.

"Wow," Megan gasped when Steven pulled away and smiled at her.

Steven turned to face Nell. "Top that."

"Challenge accepted," Penelope stated firmly before looking nervously at Megan. "If you wouldn't mind trying again?"

"Fuck it, why not?" Megan stood and walked over to Penelope. Placing her hands on Nell's waist, Megan looked at Steven and winked. "Enjoy."

Penelope and Megan leaned toward each other at the same time, their eyes closing as they puckered up. Their kiss was tentative at first, but soon grew in passion as Nell sucked Megan's tongue into her own mouth. Their hands softly caressed each other as they stood in the living room and kissed fiercely.

Nell broke the kiss and smiled at Megan. "So, I win?"

"Hm." Megan frowned as she considered the question. "Sorry! Steven's kiss made me cream my panties."

"Well, well..." Nell stammered, looking over at Steven and grinning. "Our kiss is gonna make him jizz in his pants!"

Steven cleared his throat and adjusted himself in a vain attempt to conceal his bulge. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Right." Megan smirked.

Nell pouted. "There's no way he's a better kisser than I am."

"Sounds like a challenge," Megan interjected. "What do you say, Steven?"

"Um, what?" he frowned.

"Are you sure, Megs?" Nell asked carefully.

"We're all friends here," Megan reasoned. "I trust you both."

"I don't know..." Steven trailed off.

"Which tells me I have nothing to worry about," Megan stated confidently, extending her hand. "Come here, baby."

Steven slowly got to his feet, his heart pounding in his chest as he approached the two women. Megan took his left hand while Nell took his right, both of them pulling him closer. Kissing him softly, Megan looked him in the eye and assured him with her expressions that everything was fine.

"Okay, NOW you're gonna jizz in your pants," Nell said as she cupped his face in both hands.

Penelope hesitated for less than a second before kissing Steven. He heard Megan let out a soft moan as she watched her boyfriend and best friend. Steven placed a hand at Nell's lower back, drawing her close as their tongues met. It was Nell's face that was flushed when the kiss broke, her breathing heavy.

"Yeah, ruined panties," Nell gasped breathlessly. "Got it."

"I'm a lucky bitch," Megan said with a satisfied smirk.

"You really are," Nell agreed, nodding toward Steven. "And I can see what appears to be a very impressive package."

"And that's enough of that." Steven cleared his throat.

"Now you know how girls feel when guys gawk at us," Nell countered, sticking out her tongue.

"She's got a point," Megan responded.

"Yeah, true," he admitted.

"Megan?" Nell asked when the girls stopped laughing.

"Yes?" Megan drew out the word.

"Is this how things would have been if I never slept with your father?" Nell questioned. "Would you have been more relaxed and willing to play?"

Megan looked conflicted as she considered the question. "Probably. I put up a wall between us. It was always there, even when you were helping me while Carter was a baby."

"I know," Nell sighed.

"At the time, I didn't really want to, you know, play," Megan admitted. "But ever since we got past the issue, well, let's just say I really enjoyed the kiss."

"I liked it, too," Nell responded.

"Should I leave you two alone?" Steven asked teasingly.

Both women swatted him in the chest.

"Way to ruin the moment, jackass," Megan scoffed.

"Maybe he's jealous," Nell suggested.

"Nah, just hoping I get to watch," Steven laughed.

"Hey, I'll show you mine if you show me yours," Nell offered, waggling her eyebrows.

"It's fine with me," Megan added. "I mean, you did already see her ass."

"Uh, Megan?" Steven asked quietly. "Don't you think this is getting out of hand?"

"Are you uncomfortable?" Megan wondered. "I mean, if you are, we can stop. I just thought..."

"I'm not." He shook his head. "It's just that you're my girlfriend. I don't want things to get weird."

"So, let's not let them get weird," Nell reasoned. "Just a little fun between friends. I don't want to get between you two. I promise."

Steven looked between the two tall, beautiful women. "How do we start?"

Megan responded by touching his cheek and kissing him softly. Then she broke the kiss and turned his face so that he could kiss Penelope. Steven watched as the two women kissed next, his cock throbbing when he saw Megan reach out and tentatively cup one of Nell's breasts.

Penelope was soon touching Megan as well, both women moaning softly. Each heiress briefly kissed Steven again before returning to their own make out session. Penelope reached for the hem of Megan's t-shirt, and Megan lifted her arms so the shirt could be discarded.

Swooping in, Steven cupped one of Megan's tits and sucked softly on her nipple. When he pulled back, Penelope smiled and held Megan's boobs together. Then the tall blonde started kissing Megan's cleavage. Megan groaned softly as Nell sucked on her hard nipples.

Nell's shirt was removed next, giving Steven his first look at her amazing boobs. Both women really did have nearly identical bodies. They were tall with perfect hourglass figures. Sure, their faces were different and hair different colors, but they definitely had a lot in common physically. Watching Megan suck on Nell's tits was a heavenly sight.

Megan lifted her head from Nell's chest. "Your turn."

"You're sure?" he asked.

"I am," Megan confirmed.

Nell stuck out her chest. "Touch me, Steven."

Reaching out, Steven lightly cupped Penelope's large breast, testing the weight in his hand. His thumb brushed her nipple, making the blonde socialite moan softly. He glanced toward Megan, relieved she was still smiling. Then he gave in; squeezing her tits together before lowering his head to kiss her impressive cleavage.

Steven lost himself in the moment, his face buried in Penelope's amazing boobs. His attention was soon drawn back to Megan when he felt her drop to her knees in front of him. The gorgeous heiress didn't hesitate to yank his pants and boxers to his knees. She then grasped his length, stroking him several times before leaning in and taking him between her lips.

"Mmmsluuurp, hssslrp, schlrp," Megan sucked and slurped. "sluuurp, schloop, sluuurp."

"Yeah! Suck that dick, Megs!" Penelope groaned, her hand at the back of Steven's head. "Oh God, bite my nipple! Yes!"

Megan took Steven deep, gagging slightly when he filled her throat. Nell resisted the sexy sounds for a few moments, but soon she pulled her breasts away from Steven's mouth. Dropping to her knees, Penelope reached out to cup Steven's balls while looking up at him with lust.

"Glug, glug, gluck, glug!" Megan gurgled as she gave passionate head. "Gak! Gak! Gak!"

"Mm, you have such a great cock, Steven," Nell cooed as she rubbed his balls. She briefly ducked in to suck on his nuts before looking up at him. "Can I please suck it?"

"Yes," he gasped softly.

Megan pulled off of his dick and passed it to Penelope. Nell didn't hesitate to take his hardness between her lips and start bobbing her head. While Nell sucked, Megan ducked her head and took one of his balls in her mouth, her tongue playing as he groaned.

The two women passed his cock back and forth, each of them taking turns sucking Steven. Whichever girl wasn't sucking him would alternate between playing with his balls and talking dirty. It was one of the hottest experiences of Steven's life, and he was soon feeling the familiar pressure building.

"Where do you wanna cum?" Megan asked while caressing his thigh. "Wanna shoot it down my throat? Or cum on Nell's face?"

"Mmsluuurp," Nell sucked, pulling off of him. "I know! He should cum on our tits!"

"I love it!" Megan said, leaning in to start sucking on him.

"Okay," Steven agreed. "Keep going, I'm almost there."

A minute later, Steven signaled his impending release. Both ladies sat back and lifted their tits, presenting them as targets. Four huge boobs pressed together, giving Steven an amazing view. He gasped, showering Megan and Penelope with hot, sticky, semen. The girls then took turns licking cum off each other, much to everyone's enjoyment.

"Holy shit!" Nell gasped as Megan lifted her head. "That was amazing!"

"It really was," Megan blushed slightly. "But, um, we probably shouldn't go too far. I'd like to take things slow."

"Right, right." Nell nodded. "So, ah, I should head to my room. I really, really need to cum."

"So do I," Megan said, looking up at Steven. "Up to the task, big guy?"

"I think I can manage," Steven laughed.

Penelope disappeared into the guest room so she could attend to her needs. Megan dragged Steven into the master bedroom, getting him naked in record time. The heiress got on her knees and sucked him hard again before climbing into bed and laying on her back. Spreading her legs, Megan rubbed herself while looking up at him longingly.

"Hurry up!" Megan moaned, her fingers circling her clit. "I need you in me. I need you to fuck me!"

Steven and Megan had one of the roughest, dirtiest encounters of their relationship. He slammed into her, fucking her with all the strength and passion he possessed. Megan was absolutely soaked, her pussy already quivering as soon as he went inside. Steven put her on all fours so he could fuck her in doggystyle, then he bent her over the bed and drilled her to a screaming orgasm. Putting her legs over his shoulders, Steven screwed her, their eyes locked as they both came at the same time.

"I was not expecting that," Steven eventually said, holding a naked Megan in his arms.

"I wasn't expecting to lick your cum off of Nell's tits, but here we are," Megan replied with a smirk.

"Did you like it?"

"Very much," Megan purred. "I don't think I'm bi, but something about my bond with Nell makes me want to, well, go all the way."

"Is that so?" Steven asked.

"Don't get me wrong, I love your cock," Megan declared. "Fuck, I can't feel my legs. That was so good. You got so deep and really fucked me hard."

"That was great for me, too," he agreed. "I'm okay with what we did, but I want to make sure we're careful."

"Right. Feelings and crap," Megan sighed. "We're together and I want to stay that way. Just because Nell is also a girl doesn't mean it wouldn't be, you know, cheating."

"Exactly." Steven nodded.

"So, we only do things as a group and no pressure," Megan said. "Anyone can say no at any time, for any reason."

"Agreed."

"Does this mean you wanna watch me eat pussy?" she wondered, pressing her boobs against him.

"I might enjoy that," Steven admitted.

"I think I might, too." Megan blushed. "As long as I get to watch Nell cum on your dick."

"I never imagined I'd actually have a threesome with two hot women," he mused. "But, you mean so much to me. I think this could work as long as we're honest about our feelings."

"You're one of a kind," Megan commented. "Most guys would just be happy their girlfriend wants to invite a girl into their bed. You? Feelings and crap."

"Feelings and crap."

~Sunday November 09, 2025~

Jeans. Wonderful, wonderful jeans. Sure, they were maternity jeans that she'd needed Conner's help getting on, but they weren't a hospital gown! She glanced toward the bathroom mirror, noticing the dark circles beneath her eyes. Her blonde hair was pulled into a loose ponytail, and her stomach still looked more pregnant than she'd hoped. Leslie was also sore in ways she'd rather not think about.

But she was going home. And she was bringing her son with her.

"Leslie?" Conner called from the hospital room.

"Yeah?"

"Do you think this is too tight?" Conner's voice asked.

She sighed. "Conner, you've asked me that three times."

"I know, but-"

She stepped out of the bathroom to see her husband standing beside Benjamin's infant car seat. Conner was examining the straps with all the intensity he'd learned as an engineer. Benjamin himself was fast asleep, completely unconcerned that his father was terrified that the car seat would not provide adequate protection.

Leslie folded her arms and gave her husband a look. "What did the nurse say?"

"That the straps were properly adjusted," Conner answered.

"And what did you say?"

"That I'd like to double-check," Conner admitted.

"And what did she say?"

"That they were still properly adjusted," Conner grumbled.

"Then I think we're good." Leslie smiled.

Conner looked down at Benjamin. "He's just so small."

"He weighed seven pounds, four ounces," Leslie reminded him.

"That's so tiny."

"Yeah," Leslie scoffed. "Didn't feel tiny when he was coming out."

"Right." Conner winced. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I just gave birth," Leslie said. "So, sore. But very, very happy."

"I'm glad you're happy," Conner whispered before bending down to examine the straps again.

"Conner, they're fine!"

Benjamin made a tiny squeaking noise. Both his parents looked at him and smiled.

"I love him so much," Conner whispered.

Leslie walked over and kissed his cheek. "Come on, Daddy. Let's get our son home."

The home looked exactly as they'd left it. Same furniture, same photographs, same throw blanket folded across the couch. Yet everything seemed different the moment Conner carried Benjamin through the front door. Leslie stood in the entryway, a small smile on her face as she watched her husband carry their son.

"Welcome home, Benjamin," she whispered.

"Rent's due on the first," Conner added.

"Conner!"

"What? I'm not even charging him for this month," he reasoned.

Leslie giggled.

They'd spent months preparing for this moment. The nursery was ready; the changing table assembled and the diapers stocked. Tiny clothes had been washed, folded and meticulously organized. Conner had even installed a nightlight that projected stars onto the ceiling. And Benjamin was fast asleep, uninterested in any of it.

Benjamin was hungry when he finally woke up. He started crying when Conner lifted him, sobbing loudly for his next meal. Leslie settled into a comfortable chair in the nursery to feed her son. Conner stayed with them both, a smile on his face the entire time.

"Hungry guy," Conner observed.

"Yeah, he takes after his father," Leslie commented as she removed his head from her breast. "I think he needs to be changed."

"I'll do it," Conner offered.

Leslie watched with a small smirk. "You're putting that on backward."

"No, I'm not!" Conner said defensively. Then he looked down. "Oh."

Leslie laughed. "Engineering degree, huh?"

"I must have ditched the day we covered this chapter," he quipped as Benjamin kicked his legs. "Hold still, buddy."

"He's not going to cooperate," Leslie declared.

"I've noticed."

A few minutes later, Conner triumphantly finished changing their son. Benjamin promptly filled the clean diaper.

By late afternoon, the family had settled in the living room. Leslie sat on the couch with her feet beneath a blanket. Conner sat beside her, holding Benjamin against his chest. The baby had fallen asleep after his latest feeding, his tiny hand resting against Conner's chest.

"Conner?" Leslie whispered.

"Hmm?"

"Are you scared?" she asked quietly.

He looked down at Benjamin, then at her. "Absolutely."

Leslie smiled. "Me too."

"We have to teach him to be a good person," Conner said, rubbing his son's back.

"One thing at a time," she suggested. "We can probably hold off on the morality lessons until he can lift his head."

"Good point." Conner laughed lightly. "Although, maybe Steven should be the one to teach him."

"Oh God, no." Leslie shook her head. "One person in my life who rants about corporate America is enough."

"Okay, so no lessons on morals, driving, or calculus just yet," he said. "I believe in achievable goals. We'll start with eating, sleeping, and not peeing on Daddy."

"He seems to eat and sleep just fine," Leslie commented. "My nipples hurt."

"Hey, a guy's gotta eat," Conner reasoned.

"Yeah, yeah." She shook her head.

Conner was silent for a few moments before speaking. "Thank you."

Leslie looked up. "For what?"

He glanced at their son. "For him."

"Conner," she whispered lovingly.

"Benjamin Conner Pearson," Conner said. "I don't know how I got so lucky."

Leslie leaned over and kissed his cheek. "Neither do I."

She rested her head against his shoulder so they could sit quietly and watch their son sleep. Tomorrow would bring new challenges. There would be sleepless nights, endless cleaning, and countless moments that tested them. Eventually, they'd have to return to work and figure out how to balance careers, marriage, and parenthood. But those were problems for another day. Right now, Leslie and Conner were together; their beautiful little boy sleeping peacefully.

~Monday November 10, 2025~

Noah never thought much about the reception desk at Sphinx. He'd walked past it every day, exchanging a joke with Hannah or stealing a piece of candy. Or both. Recently, he'd started getting a good morning kiss. Now he was wishing there was a way to enter without walking by that desk.

"Morning, Hannah," Noah said in a neutral voice when she noticed him.

She looked up from her computer. "Good morning, Noah."

"How was your weekend?"

Hannah kept an expressionless face. "Fine, thank you."

"Good."

She nodded. "Did you need something?"

"No, just saying hi," Noah replied.

"Okay."

It was only slightly less awkward than it could have been. Noah sighed and ran to catch up with Theo. Reporting to his friend and roommate was still strange, but they were making it work. Noah did his job well, so there was no real reason for any conflict between them.

"How'd it go?" Theo asked.

"About as well as you'd expect," Noah answered. "She was polite and detached. Indifferent."

"Better than yelling and crying, right?"

"I suppose."

They got to work. Noah had several clients whose books needed to be reconciled, while Theo had a report to finish. The tasks kept them busy until lunch time. They ate with Steven, Sienna, Camilla, and Jane. Fortunately for Noah, Hannah ignored them completely, instead choosing to eat with Priya.

Sienna could have worked from home, or even chosen to take the day off. Instead she went into the office. Theo had reminded her no one would judge her for wanting to wait, but Sienna feared it would be worse if she put it off. The emergency order of protection was in effect and there would be a hearing for a restraining order. Most importantly, Sienna said Theo would be there if she needed him.

After lunch, Noah was working at his desk again. Theo was in the next cubicle over, on the phone with a client. Reaching over, Noah snagged his third coffee of the day and took a long sip. As he put the cup down, he noticed out of the corner of his eye that someone had entered his cubicle. It was Priya. He considered greeting her with a joke, but then he noticed her expression.

"Hey, Priya," Noah said, turning his chair.

"We need to talk," she stated firmly.

"Okay."

Priya crossed her arms. "I hope you're proud of yourself."

"Priya-"

"She's been crying all weekend!" Priya hissed.

He looked down shamefully. "I know she's upset."

"Upset?" Priya repeated incredulously. "Noah, she's heartbroken!"

"I know."

"Do you?" she challenged.

Noah lifted his head. "Yes."

Priya shook her head angrily. "I knew this would happen! I warned her you were just using her until somebody else caught your attention."

"That's not what happened!" Noah protested.

"Oh, really?" Priya scoffed. "Then what did happen? You got bored?"

"No."

"Found someone prettier? Younger? Bigger tits? Tighter fit?"

"Also no," he grunted.

"Decided you didn't want a girlfriend anymore?" Priya suggested.

"Priya, can you just let me answer?!"

She rolled her eyes and gestured impatiently.

Noah took a breath. "I like Hannah. I care about her and enjoyed spending time with her. She's a wonderful person, but I don't love her."

"Then why were you dating her?"

"I don't know, it just happened," Noah admitted. "I thought maybe I could, but then realized it wouldn't happen."

"Convenient excuse."

"It's the truth," Noah said.

"You don't get to experiment with people's feelings!" Priya growled. "You're the same asshole you've always been!"

Noah sighed. "Maybe you're right."

Priya frowned in confusion. "What?"

"Maybe I have been an asshole."

"Maybe?" She arched an eyebrow.

"Okay, definitely," he grumbled.

Priya glared at him. "Glad we cleared that up, douchebag."

"But I'm trying to be better."

"Oh, please!" Priya released a humorless laugh.

"I'm serious!"

"That's a first," she snorted.

"I've spent a long time just looking for sex," Noah began carefully. "That's not enough anymore."

Priya stared at him.

"I don't want to keep bouncing from one relationship to another," Noah continued. "I want to find someone I can build a future with. Someone I can imagine being with five, ten years from now. Seeing Leslie and Conner's baby... I realized I want all that someday."

"You?"

"Yes, me!" he insisted. "Believe it or not, I have considered it before."

"I don't believe it," Priya scoffed.

"I'm not ready to get married tomorrow, but I'd like to date someone because I can see us getting there someday."

"And Hannah wasn't good enough?" she asked.

"That's not what I said!" Noah countered. "She's a great person, I just didn't feel that way. I know I shouldn't have started things with her, but I can't change that. What was I supposed to do? Let her fall for me even more while pretending to feel the same?"

Priya hesitated.

"That would have been worse."

"Maybe you should have thought of all this before you stuck your dick in her," Priya snarled.

"I should have, yes," Noah admitted. "I should have been more careful with her feelings, and ending things over the phone wasn't exactly the best choice."

"No kidding."

"I wasn't trying to hurt her," he said.

"Well, too fucking bad. You did." Priya glared at him in disgust.

"I know."

Priya studied him for a few moments before shaking your head. "I don't believe you. People don't just wake up one morning and magically change."

"I didn't say I'm different, I just said I'm trying to be."

"Sure."

"Priya-"

"Noah, I've watched you flirt and bang practically every woman who walks through this office," Priya stated plainly. "I've listened to your stupid jokes and I've seen how you treat people. And now I'm supposed to believe you're suddenly looking for a wife?"

"I'm not asking you to believe anything!" He looked her straight in the face. "I'm telling you what I'm thinking. That's it."

Priya just sighed. "I hope the next woman knows what she's getting into."

Noah nodded. "Me too."

She turned to leave.

"Priya? How is she?"

Priya looked back at him, her expression softening. "She's hurting. And wondering what she did wrong."

"She didn't do anything wrong."

"I know," she replied. "You did."

Priya walked away without another word. Noah sighed, leaning back in his chair and staring at the ceiling. That went about how he had expected. He couldn't blame Priya for not believing him; he'd done nothing to earn her trust. Perhaps someday he would be the person who deserved to be trusted. He'd be the good guy: like Steven, Theo, and Conner.

~Tuesday November 11, 2025~

Sienna was enjoying the celebration for her twenty-second birthday. She didn't have to work, but people kept texting her throughout the day. Camilla, Jane, and Molly all called from Jane's phone to sing to Sienna, Conner and Leslie sent a picture of Benjamin with a birthday message, and Noah had called as well.

However, the events of Friday still intruded on her thoughts. She examined her reflection in the restaurant window, tilting her head slightly to make sure the bruise wasn't visible under the cover up. Her lip was mostly healed and her wrist didn't hurt any longer. Still, the memories remained.

"Sienna."

The redhead looked across the table. "What?"

"Stop looking at your reflection," Theo admonished from over the top of his menu. "You're beautiful."

She smiled. "Am I that obvious?"

"Yes."

The atmosphere in the restaurant was perfect. Warm lighting illuminated the small tables, while soft music played in the background. Large windows offered a view of Manhattan, and tiny candles flickered between place settings. Sienna suspected Theo had specifically requested a table by the windows.

Despite Friday, Sienna was happy. She was sitting across from the man she loved and celebrating her birthday. Sienna was wearing a black cocktail dress and heels, her red hair cascaded freely down her back, and the necklace Theo had given her was glinting on her neck.

"This place is great," Sienna commented. "You have excellent taste."

"In restaurants or girlfriends?" Theo asked, looking handsome in his suit.

"Restaurants," she giggled. "I hear your current girlfriend is a handful."

Theo leaned forward. "She's worth it."

"Smooth." Sienna smiled.

"I have my moments."

Their waiter soon arrived to take their orders. Sienna selected a pasta dish, while Theo went with a steak. When asked if they'd like anything to drink, Sienna immediately ordered a glass of white wine. She was carded. The waiter wished her a happy birthday, and Theo asked if they sang for people who came in on their birthday.

"No, no singing!" Sienna exclaimed, her face turning red. "No, thank you."

"I understand," the waiter chuckled.

"Are you sure? He has a good voice and I'm sure he'd like to sing- ouch!"

Sienna kicked him from under the table.

"You're wearing heels," Theo grumbled.

Dinner was wonderful. They discussed work, their friends, and the new baby. Sienna gushed over pictures of little Benny, making Theo look at images he'd already seen several times. A short video of Benjamin sleeping was the cutest thing Sienna had ever seen in her life.

After the plates were cleared, the waiter returned carrying a small chocolate dessert topped with a single candle. Sienna froze, looking at the waiter nervously as he placed the dessert in front of her. To her everlasting relief, the waiter did not burst into song.

"Happy birthday, miss."

"Thank you," Sienna replied with a smile.

"Make a wish," Theo suggested.

Closing her eyes, Sienna wished they'd have a wonderful future together. Then she blew out the candle.

"Rwy'n dy garu di," Theo said, expressing his love in Welsh.

"Rwy'n dy garu di," Sienna responded happily.

When they were ready to leave, Theo helped Sienna into her coat and offered his arm. She slipped hers through it and walked outside with him. The November air was cool, and she shivered slightly as they walked along the sidewalk. Sienna still had moments when she felt nervous in the city, but Theo's presence kept her grounded.

The hotel was within easy walking distance, and they soon approached the large entrance. Sienna knew exactly what she had been planning for their canceled spa weekend. She had spent days thinking about it, planning it, imagining the perfect moment. And although Friday had changed things, it hadn't changed how much she loved Theo.

It was a standard hotel room, with a large bed dominating most of the space. Their bags were in the room from earlier, and the room was lit by a soft ceiling light. Sienna drew Theo in for a kiss almost as soon as the door closed. He placed his hands on her waist, kissing her back eagerly.

Sienna broke the kiss and smiled up at him. "Thank you for dinner."

"You're welcome," he replied.

"You look very handsome in your suit," she added, running her hands down his chest.

"Thanks," Theo said, pecking her lips.

Sienna crinkled her nose cutely before slipping out of his grasp and removing her coat. She hung it up before taking off her heels while Theo stepped out of his shoes. She lost track of him for a moment, freezing when she heard music start to play. It was a very famous song by Alison Tey.

"Really?" She gave him a look.

"What?" Theo shrugged, an innocent expression on his face as he held up his phone. "Aren't you feeling twenty-two?"

"Funny. You're a funny guy," Sienna commented sarcastically. "I might have to change my plans for tonight."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah, I can feel my vagina drying out," she deadpanned.

"It's just a song!" he laughed.

"Hmph," Sienna grumbled, reaching out to grab his tie and pull him close. "You're lucky I love you."

"The luckiest man in the world," Theo replied seriously.

"Theo..." She blushed.

"Oh, that reminds me!" Theo said, rushing over to his bag. "I got you something else."

"You already gave me my present?" Sienna frowned.

"I got you another one!" Theo declared, pulling something out of his bag and turning to face her.

It was a stuffed animal. No, better; it was a stuffed dragon. The dragon was red, just like the one on the flag of Wales. And just like Sienna's nickname. She understood immediately why he chose it, her heart filling with love. A huge grin appeared on her face as Theo approached with the stuffed animal.

"I always want to be around you, but I know I can't," he began, "so I got you this. I figured he could keep you company when I'm not around."

Sienna accepted the stuffed animal and hugged it to her chest. "He's perfect. I love him. Thank you."

"You're welcome." Theo smiled.

"You're my big cuddly teddy bear," Sienna whispered. "And I'll think about cuddling you while holding him."

"I'm glad."

Sienna placed the stuffed dragon on the table beneath the television. She then placed her hands at the back of his neck and stood to kiss him again. He buried a hand in her sweet hair, sighing happily when their tongues met. Sienna moaned softly, losing herself in the passion of the kiss.

Suddenly, she pulled away, surprising him. "I'm ready. And you never answered when I asked while drunk. So, I'll ask again; do you think you can handle The Red Dragon?"

"If I die trying, I'll die a happy man," he declared.

"Oh, you have no idea," Sienna laughed. "RAWR, baby!"

"Should we talk about it first?" Theo wondered.

"I think we'll be okay, we know and respect each other," Sienna said. "Just, no butt stuff."

"Can I touch your butt, or is the whole area off-limits?" he questioned.

"You are so fucking sweet for asking," she sighed happily. "You can touch my bum. You can even spank me. In fact, please do! Just nothing in the backdoor."

"Understood."

"And I'm guessing you don't want me to peg you?" She smirked.

"Nope, I'm good," Theo answered immediately. "And I'm regretting stopping to talk now."

"Don't worry, baby," Sienna purred. "I'll get you back in the mood."

Then they were kissing again. Sienna grabbed Theo's butt, pulling him close. Theo responded by sliding his hands up her body, cupping her breasts from outside her dress. Her kisses were playful and passionate; she nibbled his lower lip, she sucked on his tongue, she moaned softly as they made out.

It was Sienna who started getting their clothes off. She began by removing Theo's jacket and slowly undoing his tie. Theo removed his own shirt and pushed down his pants while Sienna shimmied out of her dress, allowing it to puddle at her feet. He unhooked her bra, freeing her large breasts. Then they both removed each other's underwear.

They got in bed naked, holding each other close as they kissed. Theo's hand ran along her side before he playfully grabbed a handful of her butt. Sienna giggled before leaning over and swatting Theo's ass. Then they were both kissing and laughing.

Soon his hand slid between her legs, his fingers brushing her fiery red pubic hair. Sienna parted her legs, letting him feel her wetness. She grabbed his arm, urging him to get on top of her. Theo complied, looking down at her as his hand reached out to brush a lock of hair out of her face.

"I'm ready," she whispered, nodding slightly. "I want to feel you inside me."

"I want to be inside you," Theo replied.

They shifted slightly until his hardness pressed against her opening. Theo pushed forward, groaning as he felt himself enveloped in warm, tight vaginal flesh. Sienna gripped his forearms, her mouth open in a soft gasp. Her right leg moved slightly, her toes pushing against the comforter as he buried himself to the hilt.

"Oh God!" Sienna gasped loudly, her breasts wobbling slightly on her chest. "I can feel you! You're so deep!"

"You feel so good," Theo groaned.

Then they started moving. Sienna hooked her ankles around his calves, her hips rolling to meet his thrusts. They kissed softly while making love, Sienna's moans intense against his lips. He broke their kiss to slurp a nipple into his mouth. Sucking her breast while inside her made Sienna arch her back and gasp softly, an orgasm consuming her.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" Sienna panted in tune to his rhythmic thrusts. "Ah! Ah! Ah!"

The rest of the world ceased to exist, time losing all meaning as the entire universe shrunk down to just the two of them. Their eyes were locked, Theo grunting softly as Sienna moaned passionately. They were both so close, and they could both tell. The intensity built and built until it had no other option; it exploded.

"Theo!" Sienna cried as her vaginal walls rippled.

"Sienna!" Theo gasped as he filled her with his seed.

There would be time for Theo to discover The Red Dragon. It wasn't tonight. Their night was for making love. They would feel safe in each other's arms, exchanging light kisses and tender caresses. Sienna would show him how to fuck and be dirty another time. Sienna and Theo fell asleep, both satisfied and loved.