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lnicol1990 · 4 years

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The Dark Domain - Session 3

After last session, this one was bound to be easier to DM, right? Still got thrown for a loop when they decided to start a fight somewhere I didn’t have a map for.

*sigh*

Well, on with the session!

Again picking up where the last left off, Irah finishes healing the last person affected by Delirium’s oil fire, alongside Father Saepin. All of his healing miracles have been tapped, with only one singular point of healing left. Exhausted, the two aasimar make their way back to the church to get some well needed and well deserved rest. On the way, Irah notices that the guards on the watchtowers have doubled.

Saepin thanks Irah for his help in treating the townsfolk and wish him a good night before retiring to his own quarters. Irah returns the sentiment and goes to the guest rooms, where his teammates are waiting for him.

It is unanimously agreed that any chance of conquering Quain without bloodshed is gone, and the team discuss tactics. First order of business is to break Delirium out from the catacombs (Irah and Kaieth not knowing that the man in question is hiding under one of the beds). It is then agreed that Father Saepin should then be the next target, as he is likely to be their biggest obstacle to taking the town by force. The firbolg druid, Keen, is briefly discussed, but Rolfor assures them that as long as the forest is not endangered in any way, it is highly unlikely that Keen will come to the town’s aid.

Delirium shows himself at this point, to the surprise of Irah and Kaieth. Seeing that the man is free, and his guards are likely dead, Kaieth offers the plan to lure Saepin to the catacombs and take him out their while he thinks he is in relatively safe company. The elf instructs Delirium and Rolfor to go down to the catatcombs and make some noise to draw the priest’s attention, with Irah and himself following afterwards to block any chance of escape.

The two humans get down to the catacombs, where Rolfor blanks on what he is meant to do. He makes a spur of the moment decision to strip a guard and take their armour and disguise himself. Delirium decides to go back and ask what the plan was, where he is distracted by seeing a lute resting against one of the church’s pews.

Kaieth and Irah are getting suspicious over the lack of noise when Kaieth sees Delirium walk past them and into the main hall. At which point, the stoic elf mutters in frustration.

“I... am going to kill him.”

Delirium picks up the lute and begins to play. He has no idea how to play the lute, but the awkward sound echoes loudly in hall and can be heard down in the catacombs, where Rolfor remembers his part in the plan and rushes upstairs, yelling that the prisoner has escaped.

All the noise has roused Saepin, who enters the church hall to investigate. Delirium, seeing their target, drops the lute and fires an arrow at the priest; just in time for Kaieth, Irah, and Rolfor to see. Kaieth is despairing that this is not the plan and that this is the worst place to launch their attack.

All the while, Delirium is reciting: “The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother’s keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who would attempt to poison and destroy My brothers. And you will know My name is the Lord when I lay My vengeance upon thee.“

Delirium’s arrow lands in Saepin’s shoulder, and the priest lets out a cry of pain. Rolfor takes the opportunity to rush across the hall and stabs the man in the gut with his rapier. The blade goes through and leaves a deep gash in Saepin’s side, but doesn’t seem to hit anything vital.

Under assault, Saepin calls upon the divine light within himself and shrouds himself in radiant light, appearing as a pair of ethereal wings. The man rushes for the main door, taking another, lighter slash from Rolfor before escaping into the night.

Delirium makes to chase the man, but Irah expends his last spell to command him to stop and asks Kaieth to tie their teammate up. Kaieth, now silently furious at this point for having yet another plan disrupted by the man, does so without hesitation, tying the man up tightly. Irah walks over and knocks Delirium out, apologising beforehand. He then tells Kaieth that they can pretend that the attack was Delirium’s idea, that he’d sowed dissent into one of the guards, and they’d been too stunned to stop him. The pair of them yell to Rolfor to ditch the guard uniform to avoid being implicate as they lean the unconscious Delirium against a pew.

Two guards run in demanding to know what happened, and the team give them their story. The guards believe them and mention that Father Saepin is gone. The team are shocked at this and ask what happened, where they are told that Saepin’s ethereal wings took flight and the aasimar disappeared over the water, heading towards the mainland. Irah is annoyed at this; having been a Scourge previously, he was unaware of the other aasimar powers that the gods could give and miffed that he’d never had the ability to fly.

The guards ask for the team’s aid in moving Delirium back to the catacombs, and they oblige, dragging Delirium towards the staircase downwards before stabbing the guards in the back.

They wake Delirium roughly, and set about continuing their original plan. As Saepin is out of the way, the town is now unprotected, but they now have to conquer it and get their people in place before the priest returns with reinforcements of his own.

As they approach the main doors, more guards with mage support enter. A second fight breaks out in the church, with the mage setting a pew alight when their attack on Delirium missed. Kaieth takes a few solid hits before the guards are defeated, being the only team member to get hurt.

They consider letting the guards come into the church in small groups they can handle, but the idea is squashed when the fire grows and they are forced outside.

Realising that they are now in a very bad situation, Kaieth tells the group to head to the water, so that they can’t be flanked at the very least. Rolfor breaks off to stir up trouble in the town ranks, while everyone else follows Kaieth.

At the docks, they come across a group of townsfolk, led by a young man. The youth approaches the group and asks if the guard have turned on them. Irah and Kaieth share a confused look before saying yes. The youth introduces himself as Nestor, the last mayoral candidate. He had witnessed everything the team had done and come to the conclusion that Quain should side with the Domain, claiming that they were the only people ‘to give a damn’. He and his group of Domain supporters offer to help the team with the upcoming battle.

Irah and Kaieth thank Nestor and the townsfolk for their support, but quietly recognise that none of them are fighters and will likely die in any skirmish they’re involved in. Kaieth instructs the little group to hold position by the docks while they deal with the guards, while Irah tells Delirium to get the druid, that maybe the firbolg will help them if they promise to protect the man’s forest. Delirium gives a sceptical look, considering his previous interaction with the druid, but does as bid and sneaks away to avoid attention.

Irah and Kaieth step forward, hoping to parley and give Delirium time to find Keen. They see Seoran, the Empire-leaning candidate, leading the mob.

The pair do everything in their power to placate Seoran and correct any lies he’s spreading. Kaieth notices that some of the townsfolk in tow are listening, with one quickly slipping away. At that point, Matrim joins the parley. He does his best to persuade Seoran to back down, stating that this is not how Quain works, or how the people behave. Seeing another of their own siding with the party convinces more people to not be involved in the mob. There are more assurances from Kaieth and Irah that the Domain means the people no harm, and are only looking to ease its suffering, overpopulated people by asking for help.

Between the three of them, all townsfolk back off, leaving Seoran with only a contingency of guards.

Meanwhile, Delirium makes it to the forest, and lights a torch. He calls out to Keen, knowing that he’s there somewhere, and threatens a clump of flowers to get the druid’s attention. What he gets is a lone guard, who had been patrolling the woods all day. The guard attacks Delirium and gets a dagger in the upper leg, leaving him prone and bleeding out. Keen appears, at this point fed up with being disturbed, and demands to know what the troublemaker wants. Delirium makes his case, but Keen declines to help, saying that issues between the Empire and the Domain are none of his business and that by druidic law, he couldn’t get involved even if he wanted to.

Back in the village, the party can see that the guards are no longer comfortable with this course of action, but are honour bound to remain by Seoran’s side. So long as someone opposes the party’s presence, they have to be there.

Matrim stands in front of Seoran, between him and the party, and begs him to stop this madness. In response, Seoran draws his rapier and stabs at Matrim. Kaieth, with incredibly honed reflexes, grabs the candidate and switches places with him, taking the hit himself. Thankfully, the hit is ineffective, and Kaieth knocks the man out in response. With the problem out of the way, Kaieth and Irah turn to Matrim, who is looking strangely worse for wear.

A quick examination reveals that Matrim never sought medical aid after the fire and is suffering from fairly bad smoke inhalation. Irah uses his last point of healing to ease the man’s breathing, but is too tired to heal him properly.

Now that Seoran has attacked (or attempted to attack) a fellow towns member, the guards no longer have to stand with him. However, some of them voice concern over not knowing if they should still force the party out. One guard is contacted by a mage on the tower and is told to break off any further confrontation and that Seoran’s arrest take priority.

As the guards disband and return to their posts, Delirium comes out of the forest, meeting up with Rolfor, who had seen the large mob and decided that it was probably wise not to get involved with that. Delirium mentions druidic law on noninterference, and Rolfor nods, saying that staying out of it was probably best then, considering that he has been posing as a druid to the people.

Keen appears out of the woods behind Delirium, carrying the injured guard. He gives the man over for further care and asks not to be disturbed again because, unlike Quain, he actually wants some damn sleep tonight. He mentions to Rolfor that the church fire is not oil based, so the spell he taught will work this time, and returns to the woods. Rolfor creates a large raincloud and puts that now burning church out.

The team meet up again and discuss what to do. Irah produces the scroll, mentioning that he should probably summon the ferryman back now, and that hopefully he’ll arrive before Saepin does with reinforcements. When asked what the signal is, he pauses though, having not asked beforehand. With help from Rolfor and a little input from Kaieth, they realise that it is a simple light signal.

Irah asks Nestor, as the youth is the only candidate still standing at this point, if it is okay that they send the signal off. Nestor turns to Matrim, who is breathing heavily and leaned against a crate, and gets a nod from the older man. Nestor in turn gives Irah permission to read the signal scroll.

Irah decides to return to the beach where they landed to cast the spell and leaves to do so. When he casts the spell on the beach, a green light launches into the sky and explodes like a firework. It stays there for a good five minutes before finally fading.

Meanwhile, Delirium goes to the mayor’s house and asks to talk to Seoran. Kaieth, not trusting the man, escorts him. When they speak with the disgraced candidate, Delirium reveals quietly (out of Kaieth’s impressive earshot) to him that he is indeed not with the Domain and is intending to overthrow it. He asks Seoran if he knows people in the Empire who would want to help him. Seoran doesn’t believe him and refuses to speak. Delirium shrugs and the pair leave the building.

With the signal sent, Irah returns and they discuss what to do now while they wait. Kaieth volunteers to wait at the beach for the boat. As he needs only enter a trance for four hours, he argues that it makes the most sense for him to be there. A member of Quain shyly offers to give them a roof over their heads, but is scared away by Delirium.

In the end, Irah, Rolfor and Delirium camp by the docks and wait for the boat, and pray that Saepin doesn’t arrive sooner. While Irah is setting up the tent, Delirium speaks with Nestor, telling him the same thing he told Seoran and asking if Nestor wanting to join him. Nestor doesn’t answer, and Delirium doesn’t push, leaving the youth to decide on his own. He makes the same offer to many townsfolk over the next half hour before everyone turns in for the night.

Morning comes and so does the boat. Not the ferry the party had come in on, but another filled with Domain troops. Kaieth welcomes the cleric who is clearly leading the troops and she greets him warmly. As Kaieth escorts them to Quain, the cleric explains that they had been waiting out to sea for the signal, and this was always the plan; either they would come to take order once the party were successful, or would wipe the town out if they were not.

Entering Quain, Irah welcomes the troops also and the cleric greets him by name, though he cannot remember her. He also has a bit of bad news: Delirium is gone. A boat is also missing, so they believe he snuck out in the early hours of the morning before everyone else woke up. The cleric is not worried, saying that Quain is her focus and that she should meet with the mayoral candidates, or at least the ones still eligible.

She heals Matrim properly and they depart to replace the guard with as little fuss as possible.

Kaieth draws Irah away for a moment and asks if Delirium really ran off or if that was the cover story for ‘I killed him’. If the latter, Kaieth would not betray him. Irah dashes the elf’s hopes, however, and tells him that Delirium really has run off.

The trio spend the rest of the morning packing up, when the cleric instructs them to come over to the main square. She has constructed a teleportation circle and says it will take them back to the Domain, and specifically the castle. She tells them all to stand in the circle and she will send them back as the Lord Chamberlain wishes to debrief them and set them their next mission.

As the teleportation spell begins, Rolfor tries to grab the cleric, not quite trusting where they’re being sent, but the woman dodges his grasp. The last thing he sees is a very angry look on her face before it is replaced with the castle’s entrance hall.

They all swiftly make their way upstairs to the chapel, and are greeted by the Chamberlain, who congratulates them on a job well done. He directs them to a map of the world and tells them the next stage of the Domain’s plan:

The party is to gain a foothold on the western coast of the continent, Pentalis. There are four cities of importance: Cassiva, a heavily fortified city to the south-west; Gorvick, a well off fishing city; Sanvale, a wealthy port town that focused on trade; and Junn, a small fishing village that held great strategic value in the north-west. They are tasked with taking the three smaller cities for the Domain, allowing places for soldiers to make landfall. Once all three cities were taken, the collected army would assault Cassiva.

The Chamberlain tells them that they are to head to Gorvick first, where a scout has enlisted the aid of a guide for the party. He then calls the debriefing to an end, saying that they have earned some rest and to take a few days before continuing their work.

And so, the session ends.

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thefandomlesbian · 5 years

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Can I make a drabble request of 9 and 101 for Bananun (non-posessed)?

Okay, these both turned out to be way longer than anticipated, and one of them is a crackfic that I decided to combine with a request I had from someone on Twitter (write about Mary Eunice and Lana having a Kong toy birth fetish). Anyway, I’ve got them separated so you can examine both of them at your leisure!

Both are set in TLaG universe after the end of TLaG, but don’t contain any spoilers. The first one is NSFW, but the second one is SFW!

“Quit It Or I’ll Bite”

“Hey--Mary Eunice?” Lana rushed through the front door heavily laden with bags from her errands. Mary Eunice came up the hall with a curious look on her face, wearing gloves from bleaching out the bathtub and the sink. “Sorry.” Lana cleared her throat. “Sorry, I--I forgot to run by the bank, and I’ve got to make a house payment unless we want to be homeless. Can you put these away?”

She stripped off the gloves. “Sure thing.” She took everything into the kitchen and gave Lana a quick kiss before sending her back out the door. Gus lay in front of the television, watching the empty screen like he was totally riveted by the nothingness there.

The house was silent in Lana’s absence. Mary Eunice put all of the groceries into the refrigerator. In the last bag, she pulled out a strangely-shaped object, round and bulbous. Is this… a dildo? Her cheeks flushed as she turned it in her hand. The rubber material was unlike any dildo she had seen before--but, then again, her experience with them was quite limited. She had wondered aloud, the last time Lana had worn her strap-on, if they could potentially upgrade to a larger model, but she hadn’t expected to find the surprise in a bag of groceries.

Turning the thing in her hand, she squeezed it, finding it somewhat flexible but still firm. It was hollow on the inside. Closing her eyes, she imagined what she could do with it--Lana, pushing it into her until it disappeared from view, then sticking her fingers into it to stimulate her through the toy. Oh, boy, I like this. Mary Eunice licked her lips and picked up the toy, lifting it, stroking it. I could get started now and surprise her? Her face turned red and burned all over. Would Lana want to enjoy something like that? Could she even do something like that by herself? She knew Lana sometimes touched herself, but she had never lost her shame enough to do it herself. It won’t be so bad. Lana will be home soon. Mind made up, she headed down the hall to the bedroom and closed the door so Gus wouldn’t follow her. The dog waited outside the bedroom door. She could hear him panting before he settled down outside, lying on the carpet.

Crawling up onto the bed, Mary Eunice peeled the blankets back and then held the toy in her lap. How am I going to go about this? She spun it around a few times. It was bigger than the usual strap-on Lana wore, but she was confident she could get it to fit; it wasn’t too big. Lana always prepared her well with her fingers before she used the strap-on. I can do that myself. I just have to think about Lana. After all, being with Lana always put her in the mood. If she dreamed hard enough, she could make it happen.

Mary Eunice put the toy aside and unbuttoned her blouse, tossing it aside, along with her bra and her skirt and her panties. She left on her socks. Don’t want my feet to get cold. Sitting there naked on the bed, she felt exposed, so she tucked herself under the blankets. She closed her eyes. A long, easy breath puffed from her nose, and she began to imagine.

Lana’s hands moved all over her bare skin. There she was, clear in her mind--beautiful as she was in daily life, with her dark hair forming a curtain around her face and eyes sparkling with love and lust. Their lips caught. Hands combed over her from head to toe. They were her own hands, but she pretended and wished they were Lana’s. The fingers paused at her breasts, spreading out over her nipples, then flicking over them, back and forth, back and forth. In her mind, Lana suckled on her breasts. “Mmh.” She tossed her head back with a thin sound. The blankets around her fluttered. “Oh…” Tweaking her own nipples was weird--it felt wrong, perverted--but she enjoyed it and the familiar wetness building between her thighs.

Lana kissed her viciously in her fantasy. She caved to her girlfriend’s whims and allowed her back to strike the wall. She adored when Lana pushed her up against the wall. Something about it, about having the solid support behind her while Lana worshipped her body, made her feel safe. Hands spread her legs apart. First, Lana tweaked her clitoris. Mary Eunice poked around a few times before she found it. She had never had to locate it on herself before. Now, she fumbled with the sensitive place with her middle finger.

After a few circles around her tight, erect clitoris, a finger slid into her body. I’m not as wet as usual. She pushed it in and out a few times, imagining Lana sitting on top of her, her breasts swaying as she held eye contact with her and humped her thigh. “Mm…” Making noise felt awkward, but she liked the way it sounded. An involuntary twitch worked its way up her clitoris. Her vagina grew wetter, slicker, as she worked to curl her finger forward. The familiar, sensitive place inside of her was rough to the touch. She had never felt it before. But it ached with need as she massaged it with her fingertips.

Imaginary Lana smirked at her and curled another finger into her body. Mary Eunice allowed her ring finger to push into her with a grunt of effort. The stinging sensation was familiar as her body stretched to accommodate the slightly larger piece. “Mmm…” Lana seemed to know how to do it with less pain, but Mary Eunice was flying solo. She had never penetrated herself before, and Lana never wanted to be penetrated, either. She puffed out a sigh to force herself to relax. As she did, the pain dissipated, and she worked both fingers inside herself, working her clitoris with her other hand. Lana’s voice echoed in her mind. “Ngh…”

The familiar pressure built in the pit of Mary Eunice’s stomach. Don’t you dare! She was doing this to surprise Lana. It would hardly be a surprise if she had already gotten off by the time Lana arrived. Grunting with effort, she removed her hand from her clitoris, though it left her needy and desperate, and her hips gyrated of their own accord, aching for more pressure on the sensitive nub. This is so uncomfortable! Lana never withheld orgasms from her. Lana always gratified her. Holding herself back was uncharted territory, much like the rest of the venture of touching herself. I’m not as good at this as Lana is.

Hand shaking, Mary Eunice fumbled on top of the covers and grappled around for the toy with its bulbs shaped like an ideal snowman, but red and rubbery instead of white and cold. She held it against her vulva. How do I get it in there? I can’t see! She pushed herself up onto her elbows. Pressing the small end right against the vestibule of her vagina, she pressed with one finger. Meager strain of her forearm pushed the tip of it inside of her. A quiver passed through her. Relax… Falling back onto the pillows, she released a sigh so her walls would relax enough for her to push the toy into herself up to the second bulge.

At that point, the familiar sting of stretching stopped her. She waited for it to pass, and then she pushed with her fingers again, slipping her fingers into the toy as she propelled it deeper inside her body. “Ack!” The initial pain faded as the bulges massaged the sensitive spot inside of her. Puffing with effort, Mary Eunice ground her hips upward on the air, on nothing at all, trying to get some relief on her clitoris, which had swollen and erected itself with need as she didn’t touch it. Holding the toy inside of herself drove her goosebumps upward. Her nipples pebbled with the chill. She drew her legs back, hiking them up, and impossibly, the movement deepened the penetration.

The house shook as Lana closed the front door. “I’m home!” Her voice echoed down the hall. “What’s for dinner?” It’s not food, but it is edible… “Hey--where’d you go? Mary Eunice?”

Clearing her throat, she lifted her head from the pillow, drawing the covers off of her naked body to put herself on full display for Lana. “Lana! I, um, I’m in the bedroom!” she called, projecting her voice. “I--I need your help with something!” What if she doesn’t like it?

Her girlfriend’s footsteps echoed down the hallway as she approached. She opened the door and entered the room. “What’s--” She stopped at the sight of Mary Eunice. “Whoa.” A pink blush tingled all over Mary Eunice’s face. Lana closed the bedroom door like she feared someone else would see. “What are you--Why are you--oh my god.” Mary Eunice curled her toes in her socks, wiggling with discomfort on the bed. “You, um, wow. What are you doing?”

“I--” Suddenly, this felt like less of a good idea. “I found--in the groceries, you bought the, um, the thicker toy I asked for--I thought I’d give it a try and surprise you.”

“I didn’t buy a thicker toy--Why would I buy a thicker dildo at the grocery store?”

Mary Eunice shrugged. “I don’t know. The red thing with the three bulbs, and the hole--”

Lana’s face melted with blush. “Oh my god.” She covered her face with her hands. “Sweetheart, that’s--that’s not a dildo.” Mary Eunice’s eyes widened. “It’s a dog toy. It’s for Gus. The hole is to fill it up with peanut butter.” Oh, heavens. “Where--Where is it?”

Pinching her legs tighter together, Mary Eunice gave a wobbly smirk to her girlfriend. Lana held her gaze, arching an eyebrow in question. Mary Eunice arched back in answer. Then, she eased her legs apart. “Come and get it?” she invited in a meek voice.

To her surprise, a laugh broke Lana’s facade, and she eased into the bed beside her. “Well, I suppose, since you’ve already been using it…” Mary Eunice rolled onto her side to kiss her. Lana tilted her head back with her thumb trailing down her jaw onto the pulse point of her neck. “I can’t believe you did this.” She kissed her hard on the mouth. Mary Eunice caved to every place Lana placed her hands, swaying underneath her, her hands hooking under Lana’s sweater and drawing it upward, up over her head. “How long have you been like this?”

“Long enough to be burning for you.” At Mary Eunice’s words, Lana relieved herself of her bra and slipped out of her skirt. “I--I can feel it inside of me--” She gulped around her words, tilting her head back as Lana, newly naked, slid down her body and peppered kisses across her collarbones and the upper part of her chest. “Moving. The biggest bulge is right--right there…” Lana wrapped her hot mouth around her nipple. “Ugh! Ngh, Lana, that feels good.” She arched her back into the sensation. Lana sucking on her breasts scratched an itch tingling between her legs, but it also strengthened the itch. “Lana, please, I’m burning! I need you!”

Lana eased down between her legs and spread out her thighs with a hand on each one. “You’re really close,” she observed in a whisper. Mary Eunice bobbed her head eagerly. “Hm… Maybe I should have let you finish yourself. You’re so pretty when you’re needy.” Lana touched one fingertip to her clitoris, but she didn’t tweak it or move it. She held it there, using more pressure with each passing moment. “You’ve never been denied, have you? I always give you exactly what you need.” Mary Eunice nodded. “But I like seeing you like this. All spread out and eager, asking for me to take you… I like it a lot. Can I savor it for a little while?” Savor it? Mary Eunice stifled her whine by closing her mouth, eyes fixed on Lana, hoping for more clarification. “You know… Draw it out. You make me so wet. Do you mind?”

She minded. She minded a lot. But Lana gave her so much, and her brown eyes glowed with desire, and Mary Eunice could think of denying her nothing. She shook her head. “D-Do what you like,” she whispered. Lana lifted up one of her legs and planted a tender kiss on the inside of her thigh. Mary Eunice trembled. “I’m so full--” As she spoke, Lana’s fingers dropped to her vulva, drawing around it, careful not to touch her engorged clitoris. “Oh, my word!”

A single long finger slipped into her body and arced into the rubbery toy. “Let me get this out of you.” She gave it a tug at the lip. At the movement, Mary Eunice yelped, thrusting her hips into the air once as the large bulb rolled over the sensitive place inside of her. Lana jerked her hands away. “Did that hurt?”

Shaking her head, Mary Eunice desperately panted, “N-No, it felt good--” She bucked her hips into the air. “Oh, Lana, I need you!”

“It felt good when I moved it?” She nodded so fast she dizzied herself. “Then maybe you should do it.” Mary Eunice blinked a few times in confusion, but then she fumbled around with a hand going between her legs. Lana caught her hand by the wrist. “No, no, sunshine.” She smirked. Mary Eunice had never known such a sexy expression as when she viewed it through a haze of sexual arousal and love. What? She didn’t understand Lana’s demand. “You put it in there. I want to see you push it out.” Push it out? Mary Eunice’s nipples hardened at the question, considering it. Was she strong enough to pull it off? “Would you like that?” Lana asked her, softer, the sensitive voice which always made sure she was okay first.

She liked it. “Mhm--I’ll try.” She spread her legs, and Lana caught one of them by the knee and lifted it up to her chest. Each movement caused a slight shift in the toy’s position inside of her. Her hands fisted in the sheets. What do I do? The swollen, tight, euphoric feeling pulsed throughout her lower body. Move it down. Sucking in a deep breath, she bore down with all of her strength.

The toy shifted downward, raking over her most sensitive area. She released with a tight grunt, gasping for breath. “Good… You’re so beautiful.” Lana took a finger and trailed down from her clitoris to her vagina. “I can see it bulging out.” Lana shifted downward, lying on her stomach, her mouth inches away from Mary Eunice’s pubic area. “Do it again.”

Mary Eunice gathered up her steel, puffing a few times before she pushed again. She growled, low and animal, with the effort she poured into her quest. But she met resistance. Lana covered the emerging toy with her finger and pushed back against her with a slightly amused look her face, holding it in place. “Ugh!” Mary Eunice tossed her head back in frustration. Her clitoris had never ached so much. “Lana, please, it feels so good, I need more--”

Her pleading earned her a single, delicate lick from the tip of Lana’s flitting tongue. Crying out, Mary Eunice put her hands in Lana’s hair in an attempt to drag her face back down into her vulva. Lana pulled away. “Quit it, or I’ll bite.” Mary Eunice fell into a mewling heap. “Did you like what I did?” Yes, yes, yes! The garbled sounds she made were affirmative enough. Lana grinned up at her. “Then do it again.”

Grunting with effort, Mary Eunice arched her lower back, leaning backward into the pressure and the stretching. She quivered as Lana pushed it back inside of her. Panting heavily, she sprawled herself out, trying to cool off as she sweated into the blankets. I can do it. She heaved again, this time with a throaty cry, and the largest bulge of the toy almost escaped before Lana caught it and pushed back inside. “Ugh!” The brief relief vanished into more pressure and stretching. But the flat of Lana’s tongue landed on her clitoris. “Oh--Oh, Lana!” Fluid trickled from her body. “I’m so--” She sucked in a breath, trying to free herself from the bulbous toy before she reached her orgasm.

With her last shove, Lana suckled on her clitoris. The first contraction of her vagina squeezed tight around the toy; it helped propel it from her body as she pushed with all the muscles in her pelvis floor. The sticky toy rolled out of her body across the bed. “Ah… Ah…” She panted and gasped for her air, quivering from head to toe as the final pulses of her orgasm passed through her. “Good lord have mercy.” Lana picked up the toy to show it to her, sticky and covered in her translucent lubricant. “I… I guess we can’t give that to Gus now, can we?”

Lana laughed. “I guess not.” She put it aside and lay down beside her, gathering Mary Eunice into her arms. Mary Eunice fumbled with her hands, slithering between Lana’s legs, feeling the hot collection of moisture there. “Don’t worry about that right now, sunshine… We can take care of that later.” But I want to take care of it now. Lana kissed her. “I promise we will.” She tucked a sweaty lock of blonde hair behind her ear. “That was the most pleasant surprise I’ve had in a long time.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” She stretched out beside Lana and exhaled a long, satisfied sigh. Lana placed a hand in her hair, and they both relaxed, satisfied with themselves.

“Don’t Be Such an Asshole, Asshole”

“Agh--” Mary Eunice’s face was white as a sheet where she stood in the kitchen, trying and failing to slice the onions in front of her for the pot of stew on the stove. She clutched the counter with both hands. The blade of the knife stuck upward into the air. Lana peered up from her newspaper. It’s happening again. For two days, she had watched her girlfriend suffer from the worst menstrual cramps she had ever seen. Given the irregularity of Mary Eunice’s menstrual cycle, she tried to comfort herself that it was normal. But it’s getting worse instead of better. Folding the newspaper back down, she stood up and walked into the kitchen. “I’m fine,” Mary Eunice insisted. “Really, I--I’m fine.”

Arching an eyebrow at her, Lana tilted her head. “You’re sweating.” She reached out and tucked a lock of blonde hair behind her ear. “C’mon. I can finish the stew. You need to sit down.” Mary Eunice shook her head, stubbornly insisting otherwise as she picked up her knife again. Tears stung in her eyes, but she didn’t shed them. That’s unusual. She almost never cries when she’s in pain. Mary Eunice had an unbelievable pain threshold. Lana touched the small of her back, but Mary Eunice flinched away. “Where does it hurt?”

She focused on the onion slices and tossed the diced bits into the pot. “It doesn’t. I’m fine.” Lana bit back a sigh at her girlfriend’s reticence. Of course she won’t tell me. She couldn’t make it that easy. “Lana, I’m fine,” she repeated. “I--I’m sure it’ll be over in a few days. It’s just worse than usual.” She grimaced and placed her hand over her lower abdomen. A brief prayer buffered right on her lips; Lana watched it come forth from her before she whirled around and stirred the pot.

Chewing on the inside of her cheek, Lana followed her. “I don’t like it. You’re in a lot of pain. There may be something wrong.”

“I don’t need a doctor.”

Her flat objection silenced Lana’s suggestion before it emerged. “Okay,” she agreed. She touched her girlfriend’s upper back. “Put the stew on low and I’ll give you a rub. Do you think that will help?” Mary Eunice made a face. “Maybe not a rub.” She took her by the elbow and tugged her back after she turned the stew down low. “Would it help if we made love?”

A blush rose to her girlfriend’s cheeks as she shook her head. “No…” Lana pursed her lips, expecting more of an answer than that. “It--It hurt, the last time. That was when the cramping started.”

Why don’t you tell me these things? Lana knew better than to challenge her now. “Okay. I’ll get you some Tylenol. Go sit on the couch. Stretch out. Legs above your heart and all that.” She squeezed Mary Eunice’s arm gently and then she headed down the hall to grab the Tylenol from the bathroom.

She had scarcely turned the corner into the bathroom before Mary Eunice’s shaking voice came down the hall. “Lana!” She spun at the sound of her name. The next sound was a strangled cry followed by a dull thump of a body striking the carpeted floor. A thin wail rose up as Lana ran back to her--where she had fallen in the middle of the living room floor, curled up in the fetal position and weeping. “Ah--Something’s wrong, something’s wrong, it hurts!” she whimpered. Her white pallor had gone green. Lana grabbed the throw off of the couch and tucked it under her face. Moments later, Mary Eunice retched, emptying the contents of her stomach onto the blanket. Better than the carpet.

Lana tied her hair back with shaking hands so it wouldn’t get caught in her vomit. “Here, move over here--Don’t put your face in your puke.” She dragged Mary Eunice about a foot away from the pile she had created. “I’m going to call the hospital.” Her girlfriend began to shake her head, making a string of incoherent sounds as she shook her head, but Lana ignored her. “Yes, I have to call the hospital. This isn’t normal. They’ll know how to make it better.” She kissed her hand and touched her girlfriend’s sweaty forehead.

She called for an ambulance, and one arrived within minutes. Lana waited while she cradled Mary Eunice’s head in her lap. Her girlfriend vomited again and then passed out, face white as sheet.

Mary Eunice faded in and out of consciousness on the ride to the hospital. Once they were in a room, a nurse hooked her up to a drip of morphine and saline. “The doctor will be in shortly,” the nurse told her, and she sat on the edge of the bed beside her resting partner.

A few minutes passed before Mary Eunice stirred again. “Lana…” Her voice was groggy from the drugs. Her tired eyes took a long moment to find her lover, who touched her cheek fondly. “Did they stick me?”

She bit back a chuckle. “They stuck you. You were dehydrated.” The scowl returned to Mary Eunice’s face. “It’s okay. They want to make you feel better, okay? You’re going to be fine. They just have to find out what’s going on with your insides.” This isn’t normal. Lana’s heart was in her stomach. What could possibly be wrong? Mary Eunice had never been pregnant. There shouldn’t have been anything wrong with her uterus or the rest of her reproductive system. What if it’s cancer? The thought made Lana feel sick to her stomach. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Mary Eunice murmured, voice heavy with sleep. “I do… I do feel better now. Really warm.” She shivered in spite of her words. Lana tucked the blanket up around her to keep her warm. “I’ll be okay, Lana,” she promised. “Don’t worry about me.” Lana kissed the back of her hand and held it until she fell asleep, comforted and eased by the pain medication.

The doctor arrived in three hours--traditional of an ER doctor, Lana supposed. “Alright. So we’re looking at menstrual problems.” He was altogether too business-like for Lana, but she resisted the urge to curl her lip at the man and listened. “We’ve just got new sonograph technology. I’ll order an ultrasound and some X-rays and see if we can’t find out what’s going on. Is there any possibility you may be pregnant?”

Mary Eunice’s eyes were bleary. “Huh? No… No, I don’t have sex with men.” Lana bit the tip of her tongue. Don’t say anything. She couldn’t stop Mary Eunice from telling her doctor the truth about her health.

“So you’re not sexually active?”

“I guess not.”

“You guess?” Mary Eunice shrugged. She was too drugged to make much of an effort into the conversation. “We’ll rule that out as a possibility in the ultrasound before we do any X-rays.”

The doctor left within a few minutes, and Mary Eunice reached for Lana, trying to tug her into bed beside her. “I feel really funny… That medicine…” Lana kissed her forehead. “It can’t be anything too horrible, can it? I mean… it’ll be an easy fix.” She leaned into Lana’s caress as her girlfriend stroked her cheek. Big, azure eyes went to hers. Mary Eunice didn’t say anything for a long moment, and then her shaking hand went to Lana’s face. Her thumb poked away the tears. “Don’t cry.” Lana hadn’t realized she had begun to cry. “I’m gonna be okay, Lana. I promise.” I’m scared. The fear trembled in the pit of her stomach. She bowed her head, resisting the urge to hide her face in shame. “See--I can barely feel it now… And I didn’t even pass out when they stuck me.” Lana’s chest quaked. She buried her face into the papery pillow. “Sh…” Loose, fumbling hands reached around her. “Cupcake… Mmm. It’s okay, Lana, I’m okay. I’m okay.”

The cords attached to Mary Eunice’s arm wrapped around her and got tangled in her hair. “You passed out in the middle of the living room,” she whispered. “You’re not okay.” She nuzzled into the crook of her girlfriend’s neck. What if someone walks in? She didn’t care. “I’m scared. What will we do if you’re sick? Or--if you need surgery--”

“Lana.” The measured voice said her name patiently in spite of the slur to it from the morphine. “If I need surgery, I’ll have surgery. If I’m sick, they’ll treat it.” You make it sound so easy. “Don’t panic… I’m going to be fine.” The fear shimmered inside of Mary Eunice’s blue eyes, but she stifled it for Lana’s benefit, which made the knife of grief and terror twist deeper into her stomach. I should be comforting her, not the other way around. She’s afraid and in pain. She doesn’t need to be soothing me, too. “I’m tired now,” Mary Eunice admitted.

Lana sniffled a little, and then she tucked the blankets up around her girlfriend. “Here. You get warm, and I’ll wake you if the doctor comes back in, sweetheart.” Mary Eunice took her hand and squeezed it. “I love you.” Lana kissed the back of it and waited to cry more until after she had fallen asleep.

Hours later, the sonographer smeared a cold jelly all over Mary Eunice’s abdomen. “This should just take a few minutes.” It was a female doctor, which made Lana thank her lucky stars that a man wasn’t holding Mary Eunice’s shirt all the way up to her breasts. “This is a new technology. It projects sound waves into your belly, and the feedback we get produces an image on the screen.” She nodded pointedly to the screen beside her. “If there’s a baby in there, or something wrong, we’ll see it.”

Soon enough, just like she had said, an image appeared on the screen. It didn’t look like much of anything to Lana, just a blob of darkness. “Well, you’re not pregnant--I assume that’s good news.” She gave a warm smile to the two women. The wand moved around on the surface of her abdomen. “But there is some abnormal material in here.” She pointed to the screen. “Here, and here. Your endometrium--” Mary Eunice’s eyes stretched into saucers at the large word, and the doctor clarified, “The material which is supposed to line your uterus--it’s in the wrong places.” The wand moved a little. “And here, on your ovary--it’s covered with cysts.” The images on the screen didn’t make any sense to Lana, but the sonographer’s mouth changed into a quirk of concern. “That’s not good.”

“What’s wrong?” Lana tried to sound less hysterical than she was. She failed.

“Everything’s fine,” the woman rushed to soothe. “I suspect that the pain you experienced was due to a ruptured cyst. Right now, it looks like there’s some bleeding going on.” Mary Eunice squeezed Lana’s hand. She had started to cry again. I need to control myself. She tried to wipe away her tears. “I’m going to tell the doctor what I found, and he’ll be back to decide what to do. He may want to do surgery. But you’re going to be fine.” The woman patted Mary Eunice on her hand. “Let me go talk to the doctor. He’ll be right in with you.”

She’s lying. The facade of the other woman’s calmness did not fool Lana. She clutched Mary Eunice’s had like a weapon. “Lana…” Her voice was soft and scared. “Don’t be afraid. She said it was nothing.” Lana twitched. Both of her eyes fluttered closed, and she covered her eyes with her hands, withdrawing from her girlfriend. “Lana. Lana, don’t do that--come here.” She grimaced with discomfort as she tried to sit up and hug her. This isn’t fair. Her breath caught in her throat. In her mind, she played over the worst case scenario: sitting in one of these chairs, waiting for Mary Eunice to come out, but she never would. Sitting in another chair in front of a casket, which would never open. Sitting on the grass in front of a headstone, mourning another grave. “Lana.”

The final whisper of her name drew her attention from her fantasy. She snapped up and gulped, rubbing her eyes with her fists. “What?”

“You’re shaking.” Lana shivered from head to toe. “Did you bring your medication?” She shook her head. She had left her purse at home. She had left everything at home when they picked up Mary Eunice in the ambulance. “Come here. Hold my hand. Pray with me.” Lana offered her hand at the demand. Mary Eunice fondled it, tracing each of her fingers; she used Lana’s hand as a rosary, each finger representing a decade of Hail Mary beads.

No sooner than she finished the last prayer, the doctor entered. That was fast. It took him twenty minutes. Before, it had taken hours. The expression on his face betrayed his concern. Lana got out of Mary Eunice’s bed. “The nurses will be here to take you to the theater in ten minutes. Please, put on this gown--lose everything else.” He wants her to be naked? Lana didn’t know why the notion appalled her--of course she knew surgeries were performed in hospital gowns--but she wanted to wrap up Mary Eunice tight in her arms and protect her. “You’ll see the anesthesiologist soon--” A woman bustled in after him with a clipboard full of paperwork. Each body that entered the room made Lana’s heart rate increase. “Do you consent to a blood transfusion if you should need it?”

Mary Eunice blinked a few times. “A--A blood--” Her mind wasn’t clear. “Do you think it’s necessary?”

“It may be.”

“She does,” Lana blurted. “Sign the goddamn papers.” Mary Eunice fell silent, raising her eyebrows as the woman gave her the clipboard. She signed each one of them without any additional commentary or complaint. A tiny, guilty voice in the back of Lana’s head wondered if she had silenced her girlfriend too quickly in making decisions for her own body. But she couldn’t consider it too long. If it was the difference between Mary Eunice and no Mary Eunice, she would slit her own wrists to donate.

The nurse unhooked her IV so she could take off her clothing, and then everyone left the room. Lana pulled the curtain closed around the bed and began to peel off Mary Eunice’s clothes. “I had more questions.”

“You can ask all the questions you want after they save your life.” She removed her blouse. “Did you tell them your blood type?” Mary Eunice shrugged. “You don’t know, do you?” She shook her head. Lana’s shaking hands unsnapped her bra and collected it with the rest of her clothing. The action had never been less sexual. The white cotton fell away from her breasts, and Lana replaced it with the hospital gown, all its strings in the back. She tied it taut to keep it from slipping. “I love you.”

Mary Eunice reached around the gown, feeling it. “I love you.” Her voice was small. She’s scared. Lana pressed her lips to the crown of her head. “This--This gown doesn’t have a back…”

“No--that’s so they can catheterize you.”

“That’s another big word… I don’t understand what any of these words mean.” Mary Eunice’s face crumpled. “Lana?” She hummed her attention. “What’s an ovary?”

Her round, frightened eyes made the pit of Lana’s belly wriggle with discomfort, with sorrow. Lana took her hand and squeezed it, rolling the fingers between her own. “Your ovary,” she explained in a soft voice, hoping she could make some sense, “is part of your body that holds all the--all the eggs, and produces your hormones and things.” Mary Eunice’s lower lip trembled. “You had something bad on yours that ruptured, and now you’re bleeding on the inside. That’s--That’s what I understood, anyway.”

“Are they going to take it out?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well--I don’t need it. I’m not going to have children. They could just take it all out so it won’t happen again.”

Lana swept her hair out her eyes, away from her sweaty forehead. “I don’t think they’ll do that. But--they might have finally figured out what’s wrong with your body. Why you don’t have your periods very regularly and stuff.”

The nurses returned shortly and began to wheel the bed out of the room. Lana popped up to follow. “Ma’am, you need to stay here.” Can’t I walk down with her? She knew better than to argue. Mary Eunice gave her a soft look and squeezed her hand one last time before she released it, pulling up the blankets around herself to cover her body.

Sitting back down in the empty room was among the hardest things Lana thought she had ever done.

Seconds passed like hours, but she watched the clock religiously, and once she knew three hours had passed, she popped up and headed to the nurses’ station. “Excuse me.” The nurse behind the desk was different from the ones she had seen earlier; they had changed shifts. “Um, has there been any word on Mary Eunice McKee?”

“She’s in recovery right now. The anesthetic made her very sick.” The woman gave her an appraising look. “I’ve got a dime, miss, if you need to make a call. You haven’t eaten all day.”

“No, um--thank you, but I’ll wait for her to come out.” Lana couldn’t bear the thought of leaving Mary Eunice to wake up alone in the room. “Thank you.” She retreated back into the room and sat back in the chair where she had left.

Fortunately, the wheels of a bed sounded soon enough, and she lifted her head just as two nurses wheeled in the hospital bed. Lana stood. Mary Eunice was asleep. Vomit stains streaked her gown, and blood--blood was all over, dried but still present. “Is she alright?”

“Ma’am, visiting hours are over.” The statement caused her jaw to fall open. “You need to leave. You can’t be here without the patient’s consent.”

Her brow fuddled. “Without her consent--I came in here with her! I was the one who called the ambulance! She knows I’m here.” She moved closer to the bedside, picking up Mary Eunice’s cold, limp hand in her own. “I’ll leave if she asks me to, and not a moment sooner. I won’t leave her here alone.”

The second nurse attempted to placate her. “Ma’am, please, remain calm. Miss McKee has been very ill. She must be allowed to rest. I’m sure if we talk to the doctor--”

The first nurse, however, was not having it. “If you won’t leave, we can have security remove you from the premises.” She stood up tall, crossing her arms, inclining her head. “Your kind isn’t welcome here. Only immediate family members are allowed in hospital space without patient consent--mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, and spouses. You are none of those things to her.”

She recognizes me. A cold stone dropped into the pit of Lana’s stomach. Of course someone recognized her and wanted to rip her away from her lover now. “Mary Eunice doesn’t have any of those things. She has me. She shouldn’t have to spend the night alone because of some stupid rule.”

The second nurse looked nervous, but she broke in again. “I’m sure we can find a solution--”

“Your kind isn’t welcome here,” the first nurse spat. “Who knows the types of things you could be spreading around this ward? To us? To our patients?”

The second nurse moved to interrupt, but Mary Eunice lifted her hand. Lana’s eyes widened with shock, and she bent over her side to try to soothe her. To her surprise, her girlfriend’s eyes focused past her onto the horrid nurse, and she pointed a single index finger at the woman. Her croaked voice carried in the silence. “Don’t be such an asshole.” Lana bit her bottom lip, but she couldn’t prevent the smirk from spreading across her face at the expletive. She’s definitely drugged. She had never heard Mary Eunice swear before--ever. The mean nurse whirled around and stormed out of the room in a huff. Under her breath, Mary Eunice muttered, “Asshole.”

The other, kinder nurse gave a sad, regretful smile. “I’m so sorry. She has her principles. Miss McKee, how are you feeling?” Mary Eunice blinked a few times, all dazed and confused with a certain bleariness to her blue eyes. Lana touched her cheek. “You got terribly sick during surgery. We had to give you a lot of Dramamine to calm your stomach, so you’re probably going to be feeling pretty sleepy. You’ve been approved for food, if you’d like crackers or ginger ale.” Mary Eunice nodded, eyes already falling closed. “You would? Okay, I’ll be right back with everything.” She patted her hand and then headed out of the room up the hall.

Lana pulled up the chair beside the bed. “Hey, sunshine.” She took a cold hand in her own. “How do you feel?”

“Real bitch, treating you like that.”

Lana chuckled. She kissed the back of Mary Eunice’s hand. “I take it you’re still feeling pretty high, then?” Mary Eunice grumbled something totally unintelligible. “Sh, it’s alright. Are you in any pain?” She shook her head. “Then that’s what matters.” Caressing her warm cheeks, Lana went to the sink and wet a paper towel to wipe the sweat from her face and hair. “I’m sure the nurse will tell us everything that happened. The doctor will probably be in tomorrow morning, and we’ll see if we can go home.”

Mary Eunice nuzzled into Lana’s palm. “Love you, Lana.” She kissed her palm. “‘M real tired.”

“Get some sleep, sunshine.”

“You, too?”

“Me? I’ll be up here in this chair. I’m fine for a night.”

“Mm… I want you.” Mary Eunice reached for her. “Please.” Lana caught her hand and tangled their fingers together, but it still wasn’t enough for Mary Eunice, who tugged her down into the tiny bed. “Keep me warm.”

In spite of her better judgment, Lana curled up on her side beside her. “Okay. Here I am. Don’t move around too much. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.” Mary Eunice made a thin sound. “Wake me up if you need to go to the bathroom, or if you can’t reach something, okay?” She hummed another unintelligible noise, and Lana counted it good enough. “I love you.”

By the time the nurse returned, Lana and Mary Eunice were fast asleep, sharing the papery pillow and the threadbare blanket. She placed the drink and the crackers on the bedside table and fetched a larger blanket to spread over the two sleeping women, careful not to disturb their slumber.

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I had to repost because tumblr lost the other post??? Little fic idea I got from an anon sent to @minikate--24-05 about Toni the dog Word count: 1872 Pairing: kinda Kibbs "Gibbs I need help" Abby wheeled around on her chair facing her friend with a defeated look on her face. "Can you remember Toni? Well she needs a home because Ka-, after Kate, basically Toni needs a home and I was looking after her for Kates parents but they don't want her anymore, something about having a cat and too much stress getting her to their house. So she doesnt have a home and my landlord wont let me have a dog even though I begged him. I was going to ask Tony but it'd be too awkward, having a dog called Toni while being named Tony and Mcgee was that adamant he wouldn't be able to look after her and Ducky already has to look after his Mum and the Corgis and I doubt Ziva would take her so she has no where. But she really needs a home and she can't go to a shelter because if no one adopts her she'll be put to sleep and Kate wouldn't want that and even if she gets adopted she might not go to a nice-" "Whats your point Abbs?" Gibbs stopped the goths rambling, putting a caf-pow in her hand and pushing her chair over to the computer. He briefly glanced up at the drawing Kate drew of Abby as a bat but he felt his heart pang in his chest so he quickly averted his eyes. He still had her notebook hidden in his desk draw, and often caught himself flicking through drawings of the team with tears in his eyes. "Can you take her? I can help you look after her and stop by to walk her whenever I'm not at work, I just want her to have a nice home and you could give her that." "I don't really have time for a dog Abby" "Please Gibbs, if I could take her I would but my landlord said no and shes the sweetest little thing ever, you wont regret it. Kate would want someone she could trust to look after her. Plus I'd help, she already has toys and a bed and food so you wouldn't need to buy her anything. She could sit in the basement and keep you company when you work on the boat. Please, Gibbs." Looking into Abbys eyes Gibbs knew he had no choice in the matter. Damn the soft spot he had for his favorite lab rat. "Okay Abbs, but you better help me look after her" A sparkle came back in the goths eyes as she flung herself into his arms. "Thank you thank you thank you! I'll come round yours at 11 tonight to drop her off and give you all her stuff. I'll bring some take out food as well amd I can sit and watch you work on the boat" "Okay Abbs, now what have you got for me on the case?" Abby swung back round on her chair and pulled up fingerprints on the monitor. "I managed to pull some partial prints from the gun, but not enough to run through the system, but they have enough points so if you brought me a suspect I'd be able to match them. Now the bullet that Ducky pulled out of the marines body matched the bullets from the gun..." ~~~ Gibbs closed the casefile, glad it was a simple case that didn't require much paper work. Jealous ex-girlfriend that shot him after seeing him with his new girlfriend. He pulled his jacket from the back of his chair and made his way to the elevator, the rest of the team had left about an hour ago, making it quarter to 11. So if he broke some basic traffic laws he would make it home in time for Abby. He made his way out the building, wishing Harry a goodnight before locating his car and driving home. Pulling up he noticed the goths hearse was already parked at the other side of the street so he checked his watch. 2 minutes to 11, he wasn't late which was good. He climbed out his car and opened the door of his house to be greated by a high pitched barking at his feet. "Hey girl" he scooped the dog into his arms and carried her to the basement where Abby was waiting with chinese food. "Gibbs, I'm jealous! I've known you for years and you've never greated me like that but you warm up Toni on the second time of seeing her" Gibbs gently placed Toni back on the floor, patting her head one last time before straitening up and sitting next to Abby on his work bench. She passed him food and chop sticks before digging into her own food. "I already took Toni for a walk before I came over so she'll be okay untill tomorrow morning, you'll need to take poo bags with you, I put them in the kitchen along with her food and water bowl, I put her bed down here so she can keep you company while you work, but she liked to sleep in my coffin so if you ever go sleep in your actual bed instead of sleeping on your work bench she'll probably follow you up. You need to make sure theres water down for her all the time, and feed her atleast twice a day and walk her in the morning and night, but she'd be quite content to just roam in your garden I think." Abby threw a piece of chicken down for Toni who caught it before curling up next to Abbys feet. "You made the poor dog sleep in your coffin? And I know how to look after a dog Abbs" "I didn't say you couldn't I was just making sure you knew everything. Also her toys are in a box next to her bed, you might want to unpack them tomorrow morning so she has something to do while you're at work. Ill probably stop by tomorrow night to make sure she's settling in okay, Im gonna miss having her around my appartment" Abby put her finished takeaway box down on the bench next to her then leaned on Gibbs shoulder. "I miss Kate too" Gibbs put his arm around Abby, pulling her into a sideways hug, and discarded his food to the side. "I know Abbs, I know." He tried to pull up a tough facade for the sake of Abby but she saw right through it, turning sideways on the bench to pull her silver haired fox into a proper hug. She pulled back a few moments later and looked him in the eyes. "Im gonna go use the restroom quickly, I'll be back in a moment." With that she swung her legs of the bench and jumped down being careful to avoid landing on Toni. When she had made her way up the basement steps Gibbs stood up and made his way to the box of dog toys in the corner on the floor. Sitting down next to it he pulled the first toy out, a pink octopus, missing one of its legs and eyes, it's nose hanging on by a thread. Toni ran up to the octopus and stole it from the older mans hands before setting down in his lap and chewing on one of the remaining legs. "Hey little girl, I know my house isn't the most exciting place in the world, but welcome to your new home." Gibbs said in a soft voice, before noticing Abby had taped a picture in the inside of the dogs bed. Straining his eyes he noticed it was a picture of Kate, his stomach dropped and his heart squeazed tightly in his chest before he looked away. "I knew your Mummy you know, she was one amazing woman, and I loved her very much. You were lucky to have her for a Mum, even if it was only for a short time. Im sure she spoiled you, and I'll do my best but I'll never be as good as a parent to you as Kate was. She was always good with animals amd children, I can remember a case we once had, where there was a blind little girl that had been kidnapped, and Kate found her and looked after her so well. Kate always had the biggest heart on the team, and sometimes it got her in trouble but it was one of the best things about her." The little dog had fallen asleep in his lap, but he continued his ramblings anyway, glad to get some of it of his chest. "I still walk into work everyday and expect her to be sat at her desk, awaiting orders or annoying Tony. Tony was her team mate, she actually named you after him as a joke, but despite teasing him all the time I know she loved him like a brother. Did you know she once stayed with Tony while he was seriously sick, even though there was a chance that she would get sick too, she thought he was dying and if she got sick too there was a chance she would die, but she didn't care. Like I said, she had the biggest heart. Your Mummy actually died protecting me, and I'll never forgive myself for that, Im just an old bastard, a gloomy gus as she once called me, but she still had so much to live for. Promotion, starting a family, meeting new friends, but she gave it all up for me and I hate myself for that, it should have been me-" "Gibbs," Abbys sad voice broke Gibbs out of his trance like state. "Kate wouldn't want you to blame yourself, she gave her life for you because it was her duty to protect you, and I doubt she'd regret that choice" Abby sunk down next to him against the wall and snuggled into his side, gently stroking Toni's head who was still asleep on his knee. "Sorry Abbs, I didn't mean for you to hear that" "Rule number six, never appologise it's a sign of weakness" "I know, but you can make exceptions for friends" Gibbs placed a gentle kiss on the goths forehead, "It's getting late, you should go home and get some sleep" "But what about you? Will you be okay?" "I'll be fine Abbs, plus I have Toni here now to keep my company" "Can you atleast sleep in your actual bed tonight then?" "Sure Abbs, come on I'll walk you out" Gibbs gently scooped Toni up and placed her in her bed before offering a hand out to Abby. He followed the goth up the basement steps and watched her get in her car from his front door. When she turned to wave him goodbye he signed I love you before closing the door and walkimg back down to the basement. Toni had woke up again and jumped on his work bench, letting of a little growl when Gibbs reached for his tools. "Whats the matter girl?" When the dog nugged his hand with her nose he smiled, petting her head softly, "just like your Mummy then, knowing what she wants"

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