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PERFECTLY NORMAL CHAPTER THREE
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta… Take a nice, long, student-free nap. Watari’s idea. InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink, Dracena and Greywolf are loverly and wondermous for archiving/hosting. ProPhile: Four, eh? Morgan: *stalkgloke* Readers/Reviewers: Here be smut, be ye warned!
Tabby’s eyelids fluttered closed as Wanda’s lips pressed against her nipple, the dark haired girl’s tongue flicking out to tease the turgid peak of dusky flesh crowning the soft mound of her breast. She sighed and her arms fell open at her sides, dropping away from Wanda’s back as the kisses grew more fervent, teeth and lips leaving her nipple swollen and pleasantly sore as her girlfriend moved lower, trailing a line of kisses down the smooth, soft plane of her stomach, the tip of her tongue darting across the faint purple marks from the pregnancy that seemed so long ago. “Please,” she breathed, digging her heels into the cushions of the sofa. They did not have a lot of time before people started returning from Saint Dymphna’s and she did not want to be interrupted. Wanda had not been able to convince her to leave the house, despite some persuasive arguments (if “Goddamnit, Tabby!” was an argument). It wasn’t so much that she did not want to see the Professor but she just could not leave the confines of the mansion without a funny thing happening to her breathing, and her vision going a little wobbly… Tabby’s thoughts were snapped back to the situation at present by a cautious brush of Wanda’s tongue against the bare pink dampness of her sex.
Wanda tightened her grasp on Tabby’s thighs as the blonde arched and hissed a breath from between clenched teeth, her body shaking slightly with the effort it took to remain silent and still, two things she normally was not during sex. Her heart was not in this, she knew, but she felt compelled. It was not just her attraction to Tabby, because that would always be undeniable, it was also the responsibility she felt towards her and Lucas and, she admitted to herself, the love she felt for them both. She had tried several times to show Tabby, to explain to her that they could be a family, but it was always one thing after another with her. They were too young, they were too endangered… now, it was just plain impossible. Tabby would not be budged from the house, come Hell or high water. Wanda wanted to rail at her, scream that she had come back for her, that she OWED her but she could not bring herself to do it. Instead, she concentrated on her task at hand, the unfolding petals of Tabby’s sex, dewy with her need. She plied her fingers to the ministrations, feeling the tight passage of her girlfriend’s sex grip at her seeking touch. Tabby’s breathless imprecations drew into soft, keening cries of pleasure, her back arching again and her fingers digging into Wanda’s shoulders as her body gave over to it’s own insistent demands. Wanda lapped at her almost hungrily, baser desire overtaking lack of enthusiasm as Tabby’s folds became positively wet in her release. After a moment, Tabby pushed her away, gasping for breath. Wanda sat up, rocking back onto her heels, her breasts aching with her own arousal, the rings through her nipples making the arousal all the more painful. “You okay?” she asked softly, her fingers trailing almost negligently down Tabby’s thigh. “Catch your breath?”
Tabby nodded. “Yeah,” she smiled. “I’m good…” She lifted her hips, pulling her jeans back up before sitting up on the sofa, brushing her fringe from her eyes with a distracted air. “I need to go check on Lucas. He’s quiet…”
“That’s what happens when babies sleep,” Wanda pointed out, curling her fingers around Tabby’s thin wrist. “He’s fine. I promise.”
“How do I know?” Tabby’s words were tinged with the bare edge of panic, brittle and breathy. “How do I know he’s even still in his bed? Anyone could take him!” Her voice was steadily creeping upwards, her skin growing clammy beneath Wanda’s hand. “For all I know he’s dead in there!” She jerked free of her girlfriend, staggering under her own vehemence as she headed for the stairs in the foyer, leaving the rec room behind.
Wanda growled under her breath, burying her face in her hands for just a few seconds as she garnered her temper. For anyone else, she would have gone off like a bottle rocket but for Tabby, she had to try. The other teenager was stomping up the stairs in her rush to get to Lucas, her sock-clad feet slapping and slipping with each forceful step. “Tabby,” she called, knowing she was not disturbing anyone, since they were relatively alone. “Tabby wait!” She trailed after her at a slower pace but no less urgent. “You’re being irrational…” She had made it halfway up the stairs before Tabby screamed, a bloodcurdling sound entirely unlike anything Wanda had ever heard her utter before. Tabby, even at her most frightened, was not a screamer, she thought in a blaze of panic as her feet moved of their own accord, breaking into a flat run that took her to the top of the stairs in a handful of steps and sent her skidding down the hall to where they had set up Lucas’s quickly-becoming-permanent nursery. The only light in the room was the tiny, circus-themed lamp by Lucas’s bed, throwing the room into golden tinged shadows. Tabby was huddled against the doorframe, her body shaking as she clutched Lucas to her chest, one hand drawn back, glowing with a palmful of plasma balls. “What’s,” Wanda began, then stopped short. One of the dark shapes detached itself from the wall and moved into the puddle of light thrown by the lamp. It took a brief moment for her eyes to adjust and when they did, it felt as if a block of ice had blossomed in her breast. “What are you doing here?” she spat, moving between Tabby and the intruder.
“Can’t a man see his own grandchild without being attacked?"
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta… Take a nice, long, student-free nap. Watari’s idea. InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink, Dracena and Greywolf are loverly and wondermous for archiving/hosting. ProPhile: Four, eh? Morgan: *stalkgloke* Readers/Reviewers: Here be smut, be ye warned!
Tabby’s eyelids fluttered closed as Wanda’s lips pressed against her nipple, the dark haired girl’s tongue flicking out to tease the turgid peak of dusky flesh crowning the soft mound of her breast. She sighed and her arms fell open at her sides, dropping away from Wanda’s back as the kisses grew more fervent, teeth and lips leaving her nipple swollen and pleasantly sore as her girlfriend moved lower, trailing a line of kisses down the smooth, soft plane of her stomach, the tip of her tongue darting across the faint purple marks from the pregnancy that seemed so long ago. “Please,” she breathed, digging her heels into the cushions of the sofa. They did not have a lot of time before people started returning from Saint Dymphna’s and she did not want to be interrupted. Wanda had not been able to convince her to leave the house, despite some persuasive arguments (if “Goddamnit, Tabby!” was an argument). It wasn’t so much that she did not want to see the Professor but she just could not leave the confines of the mansion without a funny thing happening to her breathing, and her vision going a little wobbly… Tabby’s thoughts were snapped back to the situation at present by a cautious brush of Wanda’s tongue against the bare pink dampness of her sex.
Wanda tightened her grasp on Tabby’s thighs as the blonde arched and hissed a breath from between clenched teeth, her body shaking slightly with the effort it took to remain silent and still, two things she normally was not during sex. Her heart was not in this, she knew, but she felt compelled. It was not just her attraction to Tabby, because that would always be undeniable, it was also the responsibility she felt towards her and Lucas and, she admitted to herself, the love she felt for them both. She had tried several times to show Tabby, to explain to her that they could be a family, but it was always one thing after another with her. They were too young, they were too endangered… now, it was just plain impossible. Tabby would not be budged from the house, come Hell or high water. Wanda wanted to rail at her, scream that she had come back for her, that she OWED her but she could not bring herself to do it. Instead, she concentrated on her task at hand, the unfolding petals of Tabby’s sex, dewy with her need. She plied her fingers to the ministrations, feeling the tight passage of her girlfriend’s sex grip at her seeking touch. Tabby’s breathless imprecations drew into soft, keening cries of pleasure, her back arching again and her fingers digging into Wanda’s shoulders as her body gave over to it’s own insistent demands. Wanda lapped at her almost hungrily, baser desire overtaking lack of enthusiasm as Tabby’s folds became positively wet in her release. After a moment, Tabby pushed her away, gasping for breath. Wanda sat up, rocking back onto her heels, her breasts aching with her own arousal, the rings through her nipples making the arousal all the more painful. “You okay?” she asked softly, her fingers trailing almost negligently down Tabby’s thigh. “Catch your breath?”
Tabby nodded. “Yeah,” she smiled. “I’m good…” She lifted her hips, pulling her jeans back up before sitting up on the sofa, brushing her fringe from her eyes with a distracted air. “I need to go check on Lucas. He’s quiet…”
“That’s what happens when babies sleep,” Wanda pointed out, curling her fingers around Tabby’s thin wrist. “He’s fine. I promise.”
“How do I know?” Tabby’s words were tinged with the bare edge of panic, brittle and breathy. “How do I know he’s even still in his bed? Anyone could take him!” Her voice was steadily creeping upwards, her skin growing clammy beneath Wanda’s hand. “For all I know he’s dead in there!” She jerked free of her girlfriend, staggering under her own vehemence as she headed for the stairs in the foyer, leaving the rec room behind.
Wanda growled under her breath, burying her face in her hands for just a few seconds as she garnered her temper. For anyone else, she would have gone off like a bottle rocket but for Tabby, she had to try. The other teenager was stomping up the stairs in her rush to get to Lucas, her sock-clad feet slapping and slipping with each forceful step. “Tabby,” she called, knowing she was not disturbing anyone, since they were relatively alone. “Tabby wait!” She trailed after her at a slower pace but no less urgent. “You’re being irrational…” She had made it halfway up the stairs before Tabby screamed, a bloodcurdling sound entirely unlike anything Wanda had ever heard her utter before. Tabby, even at her most frightened, was not a screamer, she thought in a blaze of panic as her feet moved of their own accord, breaking into a flat run that took her to the top of the stairs in a handful of steps and sent her skidding down the hall to where they had set up Lucas’s quickly-becoming-permanent nursery. The only light in the room was the tiny, circus-themed lamp by Lucas’s bed, throwing the room into golden tinged shadows. Tabby was huddled against the doorframe, her body shaking as she clutched Lucas to her chest, one hand drawn back, glowing with a palmful of plasma balls. “What’s,” Wanda began, then stopped short. One of the dark shapes detached itself from the wall and moved into the puddle of light thrown by the lamp. It took a brief moment for her eyes to adjust and when they did, it felt as if a block of ice had blossomed in her breast. “What are you doing here?” she spat, moving between Tabby and the intruder.
“Can’t a man see his own grandchild without being attacked?"