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Fandom: Nikki & Nora

Pairing: Nikki/Nora

Rating: PG-13 to R (depends on the chapter)

Title: A Thousand Oceans - Ch. 15 – Easy To Be True

Disclaimer: These characters well, Nikki, Nora, Dan, Darius, Georgia, Charlie, Arthur, Bobby and Mrs. Delaney are so not mine (dammit!), but Ann and Jill and other characters not mentioned in the pilot are (Ha!). The ones in the “dammit!” category belong to Nancylee Myatt and other’s I don’t know. I’m here for a bit of fun, and for this story, angst. No profit is being made here, and if it is, I’m not seeing a dime.

A/N: Wow! We’re so done with this story. Alas, we aren’t done with the girls. My beta and I have been discussing the next set coming up. The first scene of the first chapter’s done. I’ll probably have the draft finished by Friday. I’m hoping it’ll be up by next week…if not then, then the following week. Until then, Happy New Year’s…where ever you’re at. I was trying for a quiet night at home…my plans never really work out *shrugs* Thanks everyone and we’ll chat again in a week or so. =0)

And happiness I've known proves that it's right

Because you're mine, I walk the line.

Ch. 15 –Easy To Be True

You could take the whole of my knowledge concerning Darius Jamison and put it in a thimble. Maybe that’s why Nikki insisted that we come to dinner tonight. I know she’s been itching to get us together because of his role in her life. He’s important to her. Well, there’s that and she wants to meet the woman that Darius has been spending his off time with. And there’s another thing, I have no idea what Darius does exactly and as Nikki and I walk up to a small single family home these facts come rushing up to greet me.

He is for all intents and purposes my lover’s family and I haven’t taken any time in the year plus of our relationship to really get to know him. I frown at the thought. It doesn’t sit well and I’m going to have to make up for it at some point.

I think tonight’s as good a place as any to start.

Nikki’s been all grins since we got up this morning on the not so comfortable air mattress at our new place. I have been too.

“Come on slow poke; we’re late as is,” Nikki chirps from a few steps in front of me. Her hand rests on the front door knob and as I catch up she pushes the door open. “Dar,” she calls out and ushers me in.

“Kitchen, kouz’.” Darius hollers back.

She takes my windbreaker and hangs it on a hook against the wall immediately to my left. The living room’s right off the entrance and I see a hallway leading down to a few closed doors. The living room is modest, a brown leather couch, a love seat and a recliner surround an oak coffee table. The focal point in the room is the entertainment center. The T.V. is there, but it’s not the piece of equipment that seems to be the most important. The real monster of the floor to ceiling entertainment center is the sound system.

Admittedly, I don’t know much about home theatre systems. I have a radio in June Lee, a five-disk Sony changer in the living room and a small stereo in the bedroom. All of these can be purchased at the local Wal-Mart. The equipment on the entertainment center looks to have cost about as much as I originally paid for my car and then some. I recognize the names of Yamaha and Bose.

The dining room is off to our left and leads directly into the kitchen where Darius is at the stove stirring a big pot of something that smells like Gumbo. He grins as he sees Nikki. Behind him is a small kitchen table that has another person, presumably, Tricia sitting there with a slight grin.

“’Bout time you got here. You two were any later and the cornbread may have burnt,” Darius teases lightly. Nikki rolls her eyes, but pecks him on the cheek being offered. She also takes the initiative and introduces us, “Hi,” she says sticking out her hand in greeting to the woman at the table, “I’m Nikki and this,” she grabs the sleeve of my long sleeved t-shirt and pulls me next to her, “is Nora.”

The woman smiles, takes the offered hand and says, “Hi, Tricia. Darius has told me a lot about you.” She extends her hand to me and finally, my manners kick in. I take the offered hand and smile.

“Thanks, Nik.” Darius comes up behind us and throws his arms across mine and Nikki’s shoulders. “Baby, I apologize in advance for anything this one,” he emphasize who by squeezing Nikki’s shoulders, “says.” Turning to me, he grins, “You bring restraints if she gets outta line?”

I snicker and Nikki sighs.

“I should have an extra set in my room,” my lover answers for me.

It’s then that two sets of eyes turn towards her in question. “Your room?” I ask.

“Yeah, Nik, why don’t you give your partner the fifty cent tour while I finish up in here,” Darius suggests, “and while you’re at it, Tricia too. I didn’t wanna invade.”

“He hasn’t shown you around this place yet?” Nikki directs the question to Tricia.

The braids in her shoulder length hair shake as Tricia answers, “I’ve seen the living room, his room and the music room.”

“Ah, well then, if you two will follow me I’ll show you around.” With that Nikki leads us out of the kitchen and back through the dining room as she calls over her shoulder, “Don’t burn my Maw maw’s cornbread!”

Darius mumbles something unintelligible behind us. Shaking my head, I follow my lover and Tricia. The other woman is something a little different from what I was expecting from Darius. Of course, his choice in women wasn’t something that I’d ever given much thought to either. She’s as tall as me in heels, solid and with a bigger chest, but she seems to smile easily enough. Her face is full with a strong jawline. The dark brown of her eyes matches her creamy skin tone, as does the color of her hair.

“Tricia,” Nikki starts, “You’ve seen this room, but Nora, sugga, this is the music room.” She pushes open the first door on our left. Tricia allows me room to enter and Nikki flips on the light. The walls of the place are sound proofed and it’s nearly the size of my old bedroom. Set up like a small recording studio, the door I just stepped through opens up into the outer room, a glass panel, sound desk and door separate the recording booth. Inside that I see another door to the left, but inside the room itself, along the left wall are two electric guitars, an acoustic, a bass guitar, drum kit and various mikes, stands, amps and other things that I don’t recognize. The sound desk in front of me holds a huge board and another small one to the left of it along with two turntables.

“Wow,” is what I manage.

“It’s Darius’ downtime room,” Nikki says with a bit of pride. “Erica and I had it set up for him our first Christmas together.”

I turn to her and smile. “I didn’t think he was…well, I mean,” I stumble.

She just grins and laces my left hand with her right.

Tugging me out of the room, she leads us to the only door on the right hand side of the hallway. Pushing that door open, she lets Tricia through first and then tugs me behind her. “This is my room.”

I look around and can definitely see traces of my Nikki in here.

“I didn’t know you lived here,” Tricia says, a little surprised that she’s just now finding this out.

I can understand. I didn’t know she did either.

“I don’t, not anymore,” Nikki explains, “I skipped out of town for a little while a few years ago. I didn’t have any place except my daddy’s when I came back, so Darius took it upon himself to get me set up here until I got my own place again. We just decided to leave it so that I could come and invade when I felt like it.”

“Oh,” Tricia tries for nice, but it comes off forced, “That must be nice. Having a friend like him.”

Nikki shrugs. “He’s family.”

Tricia doesn’t look too pleased with the information. I could care less. It’s Darius. The man’s helped Nikki and myself, since I’ve known him, more than most of my family has ever helped me.

“Where’s Darius’ room?” I ask.

Grinning, Nikki leads us back towards the kitchen and dining room, where a door sat unnoticed. “He sleeps in the basement. We had that redone as a master bedroom. Darius, it okay if I show Nora your room?”

“Sure,” he hollers back from the kitchen. “Sorry if there are any sundries lying about ladies!”

“Sundries my ass, Darius. Tell me you still don’t take your laundry over to maw maw’s?” Nikki says as she pulls the door open and hits the light switch just inside.

I look down a set of thick-carpeted steps as he answers, “She gets mad at me if I do my own laundry!”

I hear Nikki grunt and Tricia grumble. Oh, the things you learn on your off days.



Leaning back in my seat at the small kitchen table, I can’t hide the grin. Nora and Darius are getting on well and Tricia isn’t a wall-flower. My baby and I just got our new place and everything seems right. Darius catches my eye from across the table and I wink. His grin grows a little wider and we share a moment. Brief and unnoticed by the table’s two other occupants.

Him and I have come a long way.

A lot of it we’ve done together.

“So, Darius,” Tricia says, taking his hand, “I didn’t know Nikki had her own room here?”

“She does. Always will.” He squeezes her hand and tells her gently, “It’s a family thing.”

“Oh,” I say trying to take away the insecurity the girl is feeling. I do understand it to an extent. There’s a rule that some live by that claims men and women can’t be friends, that it will inevitably lead to some type of romantic entanglement. From the reactions Tricia’s given, I can assume that Darius hasn’t really told Tricia how we met. “Well, if it makes you feel any better, Darius and Nora’s friends will have to fight over who gets primary control over our new guest room.”

Tricia’s brow cocks and Nora just smiles, taking a sip of her Coke.

“You mean those two skinny white chicks? Uh, Alice? No, that ain’t right,” Darius tries to remember snapping his fingers a few times before a light comes on and he supplies the right names, “Ann and Jill, the model chick.”

“That’d be them,” Nora answers.

“They can have it as long as I can at least have a couch,” Darius magnanimously gives up his spot.

“Of course,” Nora answers for us.

“Just how did ya’ll meet?” Tricia finally asks.

Darius looks to me and I begin, “We met when I started college.”

“Psshaw, that was forever ago. Nik you gonna tell this story right?” Darius butts in.

Intrigued on how he’s going to spin this, I wave a hand at him and let him take over.

He leans forward, keeping his hand interlaced with Tricia’s. I take up Nora’s hand and scoot us closer together. She surprisingly rests her head on my shoulder allowing me to snake my arm around her shoulders. “See, it’s like this right. My cousin, Erica, wanted to go to Tulane. Had always been a dream of hers. So she worked her butt off and got accepted. I was the one that helped her move into her dorms.” He grins and the pointer finger on his free hand jabs down at the table to punctuate his statement, “The thing with my cousin is that she had an addiction to shoes, so I had to talk her down and move only the three suitcases she had full of ‘em.

So we get to the dorms and who is she supposed to shack up with her first year?” He points to me and shakes his head. “This one here, who’s got the same damn ailment. We met on the first day I took Erica and just became friends.” He wiggles his eyebrows at us all before launching into the next part, “But ya see, I’d come by whenever and we’d all go out. The thing of it is, is that my Erica, God rest her soul, had started to fall head over heels for that one there.” He points to me again.

He plucks the collar on his t-shirt and says, “But me being me, I saw that Erica wasn’t the only one that was fallin’ hard. A little nudge from me and Erica decided to bite the bullet. When the two of them decided to get together, well, let’s just say, I’d never seen my baby cousin so happy. Nikki’s been family ever since.”

“Oh,” Tricia says, her mouth falling open a little bit. She directs her gaze to me and then down to Nora, who’s snuggled into my side listening to the story, offering her own version of support. She’s good with my relationship with Erica. She does know that I still get a little misty eyed when we talk about my girl. “I didn’t know you were…” Tricia tries to say but trails off, obviously a little uncomfortable.

“I think the term you’re looking for, Tricia,” I supply, “is lesbian.” I scrunch my nose up in the cutest way I know how, trying to convey my okay-ness with her stumbling. “Erica was my girlfriend.”

“I didn’t mean, well,” she stammers.

Nora pokes her head up at this and says, “See now, I like the term gay. It’s shorter.”

I roll my eyes. Of course she does.

“There’s a difference, though,” Darius pipes up.

“Now, now, wait a minute,” I say stopping them both, “Does it really matter?” I arch an eyebrow and wait on a response.

Nora’s mouth turns down in the cutest way and she shrugs. Darius’ mouth screws to the side as he thinks on it.

“I always thought the term ‘gay’ referred to men and ‘lesbian’ referred to women,” Darius finally answers.

Nora just waves her hand in the air dismissively. “I’m sure to some it does. I say who gives a crap. Gay is gay. What did that one girl say in that movie that you made me watch…no wait, Jill…Jill brought that movie.”

I cock my head to the side and try to remember which movie she’s talking about. Oh, wait, I got it. She must see that I remember as I turn to Tricia and lay a hand over hers. “We like girls…a lot.” I give her a wink and I’m sure that if I could see it, her cheeks would be beat red.

“Hey, hey, now,” Darius laughs, “This one’s mine. You can’t have her too.” He jokingly lays a possessive arm across Tricia’s shoulders and pulls her to him.

Tricia cocks an eyebrow over his way and says, “Yours? You better correct yourself, Darius.”

“Awe, but Trish, you can’t let ‘em take you. Hell, Nik’s left too many broken hearts lying around the city after our Erica passed,” he pouts.

Nora looks to me with a raised eyebrow. I kiss the corner of her down turned mouth and whisper, “Don’t you worry, sugga, I’m all yours now.”

She grunts and mumbles, “You better be or you got some serious explaining to do when we get home.”

“Wow,” Tricia says all smiles then sobers slightly as she asks, “Uh, if you don’t mind, how did she…”

“Erica die?” Darius tries to clarify.

Tricia nods and I answer, “She was murdered in December of Ninety-four.”

“I’m sorry,” she says, genuinely upset over the information.

“She would have liked you,” I appraise. “She was a good woman. Darius and I sort of struggled through it together.” I decide that giving her an honest explanation is warranted despite the somber mood it may send us in, “I can understand your shock tonight. Darius and I are close. Like he said, we’re family. Him,” I point to the man in question, “and my daddy was really all I had after she passed. Until Nora came along.” I plant a kiss on Nora’s cheek and she blushes at the admission.

“And thank you Jesus!” He exclaims. “Really, Nora, I think I owe you for taking this one off my hands. She’s too much for any one man to handle. Erica tried…I’m guessin’ she gives you a run for it?”

Nora shrugs, but jokes back, “Well, as long as you’re around to help and I got my cuffs.”

I roll my eyes. It’s no fair if they’re gonna start to gang up on me.



I straighten up and feel my back pop. Crap. I’m going to be sore tomorrow. Knowing this I try to work out the kinks in my neck and stretch a bit as Nikki and Darius bicker in the kitchen about taking the fridge. We’re all at Nikki’s place packing up the rest of her stuff. Thus far, we’ve moved her living room and bedroom.

We both agreed that her bedroom set should be moved to the new place with my mattress. Her bed is fine for the most part, but my mattress is newer. I will be able to get rid of the bedroom set I’ve had since forever.

That’s going to be nice. The furniture that occupied my bedroom at the apartment had seen better days.

My living room set is going upstairs in the sitting room and Nikki’s living room set will go downstairs along with her entertainment center and TV. A lot of my stuff will be donated and we have the furniture store delivering the rest of the new stuff that we purchased before going to Darius’ for dinner last night.

“Now, just wait a minute, Nicollette Joyelle, I didn’t sign on to be no pack mule today,” Darius groans from the kitchen.

“But Dar,” my girl pouts, “I don’t want to get rid of it. I know you can move it.”

I sigh and shuffle into the kitchen, redoing my ponytail as I walk into the argument.

“Yeah, but Nik, have a little sympathy. Ain’t there anyone you two can call to help?” he asks, hands on hip.

I shuffle my feet and say, “I could probably call Bobby…”

“No,” Nikki says, looking at me with her arms folded across her chest.

Darius follows suit and asks, “You two still ain’t talkin’ right?”

I nod.

“Then no and I’m sorry, girl,” Darius says, coming over to me. I watch as he tugs at the waist of his jeans that have begun to ride below acceptable levels. “Hey, did I ever tell you about when Rica came out to her favoritest kouz’?”

I shake my head as he sits us down at the kitchen table. “Well it was, I think, Nineteen-ninety. I was all kinds of freaked out. I mean, back in the day, that wasn’t somethin’ that was being talked about or if it was, it wasn’t talked about too kindly ya know?”

I raise an eyebrow at him wondering where this is going.

“We’re a good Christian family,” he thumps his chest and mocks, “’Least that’s what maw maw wants. I’m sure Nik’s given you a bit of background about my family. So anyway, I wasn’t too kind to my little cousin. Didn’t really know how to deal with it.” His mouth pinches and he looks over at Nikki before continuing, “It took me a minute and by minute I’m talking a few months, to come around and be right with it. I get that it’s your life. Ya know, your bedroom and logically, you can’t help who you love. It’s just what it is. I’m sure there’s a good many folk that would choose to love someone else if they could help it.”

He scratches at the curly stubble along his jawline. “What I’m sayin’ is give your brother some time and a bit of space. He’s got to get right with himself. Not you.”

“How you figure?” I ask.

“’Cause he can’t change you. You ain’t done nothin’ wrong and if fallin’ in love with a beautiful woman is wrong than we got bigger problems, ya know? It’s himself that he needs to get right with. He needs to get what it really means to love even after what you thought you knew about the person you love is different than what is. He’s messed up in the head right now. I’ve also seen him with you, he’ll come around.”

Darius grins at me then and lays a hand on my shoulder. “When he does come around, he’ll have you’re back no matter what. It’s what family does.” He nods firmly, broking no room for me to argue with his assessment.

“He’s right,” Nikki finally speaks up from her perch on the counter. “Daddy took a bit of time to come around too. But if Bobby takes much longer, he’s gonna hafta deal with me.”

I smile at my girl then. She’s wearing short shorts, sneakers and a tank top. I sigh and nod. “That’s all well and good, you two, but it still doesn’t help us today,” I remind them.

“True,” he says, “Hey I was wantin’ to know how this is all gonna pan out anyhow?”

“Pan out how?” I ask.

“You two. Nora, you and Nik, living together, working together. How you two are gonna manage to keep this under wraps?”

“Ah,” Nikki hops off the counter and informs him of how we’ve decided to get this to work, “Dan’s taken care of the paperwork at work. Not a lot, but enough so that no one will gossip. Nora’s family never shows up to her apartment. Well, Bobby, but he knows so that’s not a big deal. I think we’ll be just fine.”

“And if the department finds out?” Darius asks leaning back in his chair.

“We’ll deal with it,” I answer for us. We talked about it. “Nikki and I don’t want to be split up, but we’ve talked about it if it comes out.”

He nods and looks between the two of us. I haven’t gotten a chance to learn to read him and his non-verbal signals just yet, but I think he’s approving of the situation his “cousin” has found herself in. “All right.” He lets the two front legs of the chair touch down before he stands. “You two figure out what else needs to go to the apartment and what needs to go to storage while I make a quick phone call.”

Nikki and I watch as he strides out of the room then I look at her. She’s propped against the kitchen counter with a smirk on her face. “What?” I want to know.

She shakes her head. “We have to be back at the new place soon. I’m not sure how we’re going to get all of this done. We have the new stove being delivered and the new bedroom set for the guest room.”

I stand and move in front of her, wrapping my arms around her midsection to pull her to me. “Don’t remind me. At least my place is taken care of.”

“Hmm,” she hums and rests against me. “Why didn’t you tell me moving all this shit around was gonna be so much work.”

From my head resting on her shoulder, I mumble, “We can stop. You can stay here. I can stay at my place.”

I get a smack on the ass for that. Giggling she groans, “Bite your tongue. If I don’t get to live with you, then you just don’t get to live period.”

“Oh,” I say and push back to brush my lips across her chin, “is that a threat detective.”

“No,” she sighs, “Just a statement of fact.”

“Good.” I say and take a nip at her protruding bottom lip. “Not living with you seems like a bad idea anyhow.”

“Break it up!” Darius barks as he re-enters the kitchen. “You two can go back to the new place and wait on the deliveries. I’ll finish up here.” He plops back down on the chair he was seated at earlier. Seeing the dual looks of confusion, he gives us more, “I got a coupla buddies that owe me comin’ by in twenty minutes to help finish this up.”

Nikki and I both look at him in shock. I also think that I fall in love with him a little.



My hands rest causally on my hips as I look at the last little bit that needs to be unpacked. Nora and I saved the living room for last as it’s proven to be the easiest. Yesterday, with Darius and his friends help, we were able to get everything pretty much moved in and situated. There are still the lingering boxes in the living room that need to be tended to. I took it upon myself to do that little bit of unpacking while Nora cooks dinner in our new kitchen.

Our. New. Kitchen.

In our new home. Together. Where we live. Together.

Now, I know I’m over an acceptable age to be giddy. To hop up and down like I did as a high school girl and squeal in joy and merriment, but surely, buying a home with the woman you intend to spend the rest of your life with is reason enough, at any age, to want to act like a fifteen year old and hop up and down.

The grin comes over me again and I drop to my knees in front of the entertainment center to rid us of one of the last few boxes. I’m living with Nora. Her and I are shacked up.

I’m just not sure what to do with Dan. I can thank him for giving us a five-day weekend to get moved in and settled before we return to work on Wednesday or I can strangle him for the house warming gift he dropped off tonight as he informed us of the extra two days he squeezed out of the schedule.

I look over at the corner where the new puppy bed is. He dropped off a damn dog. Now usually, I’m against pets. I’m sure it breaks some lesbian code of conduct, but I’m just not a pet person. Never was. But damn him, as soon as Nora laid eyes on the mutt, and he really is a mutt, she caved. Her big green eyes went all glassy and I couldn’t put my foot down.

So now I have a home with my partner and a dog. I swear if she tries to put me in some flannel I’m gonna kick her. I snicker at the thought. Although Nora may look kinda hot in a flannel shirt, maybe with nothing underneath and the buttons done up so that it barely covers her smooth skin and round breasts.

I sigh.

Okay, I need to unpack. I rip the tape off the first box and quickly empty the DVD’s on to the appropriate shelf. No need to dilly-dally. The second box of DVD’s goes just as quickly and then the third and fourth hold books that go along the side. I glance back at the middle of the room and see only the last lone box.

“Baby, you almost done?” Nora calls from the kitchen.

“Yeah, you got my dinner ready woman!” I holler back and smirk.

“Excuse me?” she says softly behind me.

I crane my neck around and look up at her through my bangs. “Sugga, you got dinner almost ready?” I ask in a syrupy sweet tone.

She grumps at me as I turn around and pull the tape off the last box. A few photos are left and I debate putting two of them up. The one of me and my parents is easy. The one of Darius and me is as well, but I bite my lower lip, deciding on what to do with the pictures of Erica and me.

“She’s a part of you. She deserves a spot here in our home just like the rest of our family,” Nora says softly behind me. She takes the two photos from my hands and puts one next to the one of Darius and me. The other, the candid shot of Rica and I smiling at each other, she walks over to the mantle where photos of the rest of the motley crew we consider family reside. She sets Erica and I right next to Jill and Ann.

Spinning around to me, she says, “I think she goes well right there. Don’t you?”

Tears blur my vision, but I feel her hoist me up. Her lips press against mine as I mumble, “We’re moved in.”

She pulls back and groans, “Thank God.”

She backs us to the couch and says, “Dinner’ll be ready in a bit. We have a half hour or so.” With that she wiggles her eyebrows and I smirk.

We’ve only broken the living room in twice. I’m sure once more won’t hurt it none. I straddle her waist and lift my tank top over my head. I strip her next, leaving both of us in sports bras. Granted, not the sexiest bit of lingerie that we have available, but I cut us some slack. We’ve been moving the past two days.

That and Nora can look sexy in a paper bag.

I smirk down at her as I run my hands over full breasts, teasing them through the soft cotton material. “Do you know how happy I am?” I ask as I lean down and nuzzle her neck.

“Can’t…be…neeaarrlllyy, oh hell,” she stammers as I lick up her neck, to her ear and begin to lave and nibble her lobe.

Giggling, I husk, “Think about it, sugga. Our couch, our living room in our home. Why I could just eat you alive right now.”

“I, uh, well, if you must,” she jokes and begins tugging at my shorts.

I lean back and slip off her lap. To assist her impatient hands, I let my shorts fall to the floor followed by my panties. Stripping off my bra, I toss it behind my shoulder and then motion for her to lift up as I help her out of her sweat pants and underwear. She takes care of her bra and I drink in the sight of a naked Nora Delaney.

Now, I’ve never considered myself a particularly pervy individual. But, I lick my lips and think about grabbing the camera. The site of her naked on our couch is short-circuiting certain parts of my brain and I’m sure I’m going to be left slightly damaged after this encounter.

She grabs my hands to pull me back down. I resume my position, straddle her thighs and lean over her. Our lips connect as I start a slow grind in her lap, letting my body move against hers in an unhurried rhythm. I feel her hands snake under me, clutching my bottom. Her tongue slides against mine. The heat builds between us and I moan, pulling away to catch my breath.

I can feel her wetness slide against my own as my hips press down and hers press up. Needing to taste her, I slip from my perch to the floor when a cold wet nose hits the small of my back. I gasp, my head whips around and Nora snickers. The little mutt that Dan gave us sits there looking up at us. Bright, shiny, black eyes blink up at us. My finger points at him and I say, “You put that nose anywhere else, Mister and I’m going to shoot it off.”

“Nikki,” Nora groans, “be nice.” She gets my attention as she pulls my chin with her finger. Her eyes are alight with merriment as she says, “I also think you just named our dog. What do you think, Mister?”

The little mutt gives a yip of approval, wagging his scruffy little tale. I roll my eyes, but am unable to resist reaching out with my left hand to scratch behind his ears. I watch as he scampers off, wagging its tail happy at the attention, to his bed in the corner.

Nora gives a cough and I turn my attention back to the naked woman on our couch. Right. I was about ready to…

The timer in the kitchen goes off and we both let out a groan. “Dinners ready,” Nora chirps.

She goes to stand, but I stop her by gripping her ankles. “Nuh-huh,” I say, looking up at her indicating with my eyes just what exactly I want in my mouth right now.

“After,” she informs me, shaking off my hands. I watch dejected as she reaches for her pants and t-shirt. The glorious body is swiftly covered up and disappears into the kitchen.

A pout forms as I kneel, still very much naked and turned on in the middle of our living room.

This seems grossly unfair. Unable to do much, but cover up, I redress and join my lover in the kitchen after casting one last withering glance at a jovial puppy.

Mister’s got one strike against him.

I wonder how long it’ll take for the next two.

Date: 2010-12-31 02:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] psychomonkey-29.livejournal.com
Saw the update and was so happy, glad that you were able to do an update before the new year. Love that Nikki and Nora are all moved in and happy(Mister too!).

Can't wait for the next set of the story!

Have a Happy New Year!

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