Session 𝓝inety-Three

Session 93:

“The Situation”

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I woke up wrapped in chocolate brown sheets and her limbs tangled with mine.

Everything felt soft, but the air had this chilliness to it.

One that made me tug the covers back over us and snuggle closer to my sleeping girlfriend.

Her breaths were soft against my neck, instinctively wrapping her arms back around me even in her sleep.

I did the weirdest thing.

I pulled my face away from her bare shoulder—

And stared at her.

I full-on stared at the calm expression on her face, admiring her rested brows and her soft lips parted ever so slightly.

Suddenly, I understood her in a different way.

I get why she would like to watch me in my sleep.

There’s truly something so simplistic about watching someone sleep in their most vulnerable form.

I unconsciously caressed the edges of her face in the lightest manner, not wanting to wake her.

Then I drew my hand down past her jawline, admiring her prominent collarbone.

Her skin was so soft, and the way her breathing would change at my subtle touch made me crave a deeper reaction.

So I drew my hand lower.

Past the valley of her soft breasts and beyond her smooth stomach, exploring below her naval.

I watched how her chest unconsciously rose the lower I went—or how her brows furrowed when my hand dipped between her thighs.

I didn’t want to do too much or startle her, especially since she hadn’t fully told me if this was something she liked.

So I went slow, caressing her folds and carefully watching her reaction to my touch.

She stirred slightly from her sleep, her brows furrowing deeper when I pressed two fingers against her clit.

I kept them there for a moment, noticing her drawn-out breathing.

Then I heard it.

The softest moan that slipped from her lips the moment I circled my fingers around her clit.

That was it.

My girlfriend’s blue eyes fluttered open, her bangs messy, and the cutest confused expression on her face.

“Good morning,” I softly whispered, leaning in to briefly kiss her lips.

Monroe hummed.

Then she moaned, her hips shifting beneath the pressure I applied against her clit.

“Liberty,” she breathed out, moaning again when I quickened my pace.

“Is this okay?” I quickly asked, my eyes trailing her face for any sign of displeasure.

My girlfriend nodded once.

Then again, burying her face in my neck.

“Don’t stop,” she said, her voice raspy and full of tiredness.

Her words encouraged me immediately, keeping up my quick pace against her clit as her hips rocked beneath me.

I continued at a steady pace for her, following the rhythm that her hips were grinding to.

Then I slid my fingers down and—

“My god,” she murmured against my skin, gripping me so close to her that our skin nearly melted together.

I curled my fingers inside her, quickly finding the ridges of her G-spot that I knew so well.

Her deepened moans were muffled against my shoulder, and her nails dug so perfectly into my skin.

“You’re perfect,” I whispered to myself, not even caring if she heard.

I loved moments like this.

I also love the moments where I get food on my face and she wipes it off—or when I forget something as small as a coat and she already has one draped over her arm for me.

I love her so much.

I love living life with her.

“Yes,” she moaned against my shoulder, and I could feel her tighten so perfectly around my fingers.

I began kissing up her neck, cherishing the softness of her skin as I continued my strokes against her spot.

With each second that passed, her body grew tenser and tenser.

And her grip on me tightened, the softness of her moans and heavy breaths in my ear.

Then I felt it.

Her body freeze against mine, and the tightness sucked around my fingers.

Or the rush of wetness that gathered around my fingers and dripped down my hand.

It was all her.

I let out the most content sigh, my lips twitching up as I basked in the wetness dripping from her.

The wetness I caused.

My fingers were able to slide with ease as I helped her ride out her orgasm, hearing her rapid breaths in my ear.

As she came down from her high, I carefully slid out of her and caressed my fingers up her folds.

I began peppering kisses all along her collarbone as she tried to find her composure again.

Her body slowly relaxed against me, and her grip began to loosen.

Then I just held her there in a hug, basking in the warmth between us, and how it contrasted with the cold air.

It was calmly silent between us, especially as I caressed my hand up and down her defined spine.

I wanted this every morning.

That’s all I could think about as we laid here.

I never wanted to exist in a world where I couldn’t wake up tangled with her body.

I knew without her parents in the picture, everything was simple again.

We didn’t have any problems.

Our future could be ours again, instead of being dictated by the Leclair’s entitlement.

I knew Monroe would try to figure it all out for us, but I wasn’t sure how.

I don’t think she’s even sure how either.

But I won’t leave her during any of it.

It’s always going to be us.

“Can I keep waking you up like this?” I suddenly whispered, wanting to know if this was something she was okay with moving forward.

“Of course,” she murmured, softly kissing the side of my neck. “Anytime, darling.”

I smiled slightly. “Yeah?” I whispered.

“Yes,” she repeated, drawing in a soft breath before exhaling. “Someone’s cooking breakfast.”

I drew in a deep inhale, taking in the sweetness wafting in the air.

Someone is cooking.

Who’s cooking?

My mother?

She never cooks anymore?

I furrowed my brows, pulling back from Monroe to sit up in the bed.

“My mom doesn’t cook anymore,” I pointed out, sliding out of the bed.

“Perhaps she decided to today,” Monroe said as if it were that simple.

I guess it was, but I found that hard to believe.

“I need to see it to believe it, baby,” I said as I grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt from the bag Monroe had packed for me.

As I got dressed, Monroe got out of bed too and pulled on a pair of leggings and a sweatshirt.

Then we quickly brushed our teeth and headed out of the bedroom.

The sweet smell quickly grew more prominent, especially as we passed the dining room into the kitchen.

I swear my jaw literally dropped the moment I saw her there.

My mother held a pan and a spatula, plating the chocolate chip pancakes.

My favorite kind of pancakes.

“Good morning,” my mother spoke to us first, plating the last pancake. “I made your favorite, Libby.”

“Thank you,” I said, furrowing my brows slightly. “I’ve uh really missed your cooking.”

The faintest smile grew on my mother’s lips, especially as she set the pan down with the spatula to grab another plate off to the side.

It was peanut butter toast with banana slices and honey drizzled over it.

Another one of my favorites.

Or my top favorite.

I used to eat it every morning before school for a year straight.

“Wow, you really went all out,” I whispered, side hugging my mother as I took the plate from her hand.

“The least I could do,” she determined, and I swear it’s like she was trying to make up for lost time.

It’s working, though.

“Thank you for breakfast,” Monroe respectfully said to my mother, who nodded in response.

“Any time,” she said as Monroe grabbed the two plates of pancakes.

I walked over to the table with the peanut butter toast, where my girlfriend and I set the different dishes down.

“I also had them pick up your favorite orange juice, sunny,” my mother said, walking over to use with the bottles of Simply Orange.

“Pulp free?” I clarified as I sat down beside Monroe at the table.

“Pulp free,” my mother confirmed, setting the two bottles down.

I smiled wider as I eyed the bottles of orange juice.

“Thanks, mom,” I murmured happily, picking up one of the pieces of toast. “Do you mind grabbing a couple of forks?”

“Already on it,” my mother said as I lifted the toast to Monroe’s lips for the first bite.

“I used to eat this toast every day for a year, baby,” I told her with a growing smile. “It’s so good, and it’s easy to make.”

Monroe’s lips twitched up, “I can’t wait to try it then,” she murmured as she parted her lips for a bite.

I smiled wider as I watched her take a decent bite of the toast before chewing a few times.

Then I took my own bite of the toast, which I immediately loved.

I missed this little toast combination so much, honestly.

And my mother’s chocolate chip pancakes, which I got to dig into once she brought us forks and a warmed cup of syrup over.

“These were a favorite, too,” I told Monroe as we cut into our pancakes.

My girlfriend nodded, seeming curious to hear about what my favorite foods were growing up.

I loved telling her all about them, too.

It was nice once my mother sat down with us at the table, a mug of steaming coffee in her hand.

I don’t know, it just felt so normal.

It felt like this could be our mornings, especially whenever I go back to California.

Monroe could come with me.

I could honestly envision it all now.

Thanksgiving or Christmas—oh my gosh, even Halloween.

I can’t wait to dress her in a matching costume with me.

Monroe will probably hate it, but then end up having fun.

We can also do movies and haunted houses.

Even matching pajamas or finding cute events in Seattle.

The farmers’ markets are the best in the fall.

God, now I really can’t wait.

Monroe’s birthday is in October, too.

I’m going to go all out—it needs to be epic.

I’m thinking I plan our entire weekend around her birthday.

I’m sure her parents never really took the time to celebrate her, so I want Monroe to feel loved and appreciated.

Maybe I could even try to reach out to Eliza and see if she could come too.

I know it’s months away, but it’ll be here before any of us know it.

And I like to plan stuff like that.

I do the same thing for Zion and Sarai.

Also, Kaia—I used to do that for her.

I like the people around me to know they matter.

But speaking of Kaia, I need to talk to her soon, too.

I’m thinking once we’re back in Seattle, I’ll meet up with her immediately.

“It’s all rainy outside,” I murmured as I sipped on my orange juice, feeling as full as ever.

I cleared that peanut butter toast with Monroe, but I couldn’t finish all of those pancakes.

“What if we do a movie day?” I suggested, trying to think of fun plans for us. “Or maybe board games? That would be really fun.”

I knew we’d have to leave this cabin soon, but I really like being here with my mother and Monroe.

It feels like another world—nearly another reality, honestly.

I never thought this would be my life in any shape or form, especially with my mother.

I’m… really grateful to have her in my life again.

“Mom, what do you say? One game?” I asked, looking over at her.

My mother briefly glanced past me, and I knew she was looking at the time on the microwave.

“I have a few hours before I need to fly back,” she determined, glancing back at me. “We’ll play some board games, and then we need to strategize what we’re doing moving forward, especially with the Leclair’s,” she said, subtly glancing over at my girlfriend.

“The governor is officially in,” I joked, making my mother shake her head with a smile. 

“She has a good point,” Monroe agreed, making my stare diver to her. “We should figure out how we’re moving forward.”

I nodded a few times in agreement, but mostly, I was just happy that my mother and Monroe actually agreed on something.

I loved it so much—this all feels really productive for us.

“Okay, so board games first, then a little meeting,” I decided, standing from the table with my plate. “I hope there are even board games here,” I said as I walked over to the sink.

“I’ll go look,” my mother offered as Monroe met me at the sink with the other two plates.

I turned on the water as we set our plates in the sink, briefly rinsing them off before backing away towards the living room.

Monroe naturally grabbed my hand to hold in hers as we walked, making me smile slightly to myself.

By the time we made it to the living room, my mother had already found the board games underneath the TV console table.

There was a lot more than I anticipated, but the first one that caught my eye was Monopoly, so I naturally grabbed that one for us.

“How do you play this?” Monroe asked once I finally got the board set up.

I unconsciously glanced over to her with a look of surprise.

“You’ve never played?” I asked.

My girlfriend nodded, eyeing the metal game piece in her hand.

“This looks very odd,” she murmured, making my lips twitch up.

I forgot that her childhood was different than mine.

There was no way the Leclair’s were playing board games with her.

“Monopoly is all about capitalizing,” my mother began explaining the game to her before I could.

I shot her a look, but she ignored me and kept going, like this was some business seminar.

“You buy properties, build them up, and bleed everyone dry until they have nothing left,” she said, tucking her legs under her on the couch. “The last one standing wins.”

Monroe blinked, still turning the silver top hat between her fingers. “That sounds relatively simple.”

I handed her the thimble game piece, “Here. You’re this one.”

Monroe looked down at it, then slowly back up at me. “Why?”

“Because it’s pretty and kind of annoying,” I said with a smirk, a teasing tone behind my words.

Her lips parted like she might protest, but instead, she just shook her head and set it down on the board like she accepted her fate.

I could already tell she was going to take this seriously.

She was watching every move I made, like she was filing it away for later use.

Soon, Monroe began to understand the game pretty well after a few turns, especially as we explained the rules more in depth.

She somehow even took the lead in the game without even trying.

Although, my mother ended up winning at the very last moment.

Then it was time for Jenga, which Monroe had heard of but never played.

I know it’s weird, but I liked that her first experience was with me—that I could teach her something for once.

I liked making new memories with her and watching her actually put effort into the games.

She was a little competitive, but I found it cute.

We would definitely need to buy board games now to play whenever there’s a rainy day.

It could be one of our new hobbies, maybe.

Eventually, we had gone through the majority of the board games, even if I tried my best to drag it all out.

But it was time to discuss the real issues at hand here, especially while we’re all here together.

The light atmosphere when we were playing the board games was no longer there anymore.

Not once we sat down at the table, preparing to discuss the situation at hand.

“So they have you set to inherit the company?” my mother asked as we sat around the table.

I grabbed another small bottle of orange juice to sip on while Monroe stuck to water.

“Yes,” Monroe said. “There are consequences if I choose not to inherit Levane.”

“Or collateral damage,” my mother subtly added, her brown eyes flickering to me.

“So maybe inherit it?” I suggested, setting down my bottle of orange juice. “Give them what they want, and then we could go from there.”

Monroe shook her head. “I never planned to inherit the company, but I also never planned,” she suddenly paused, her blue eyes locking with mine.

And I knew what she wanted to say.

She never planned to date me.

She wouldn’t have had collateral damage if it weren’t for me.

I blinked a few times, hating that she was in this predicament because of me.

I threw a wrench in her original plans.

I know she doesn’t care, and she doesn’t mean it like that, but it’s still my fault that this isn’t easier.

“So, inheriting the company is off the table,” my mother broke the awkward silence between us.

Then I felt Monroe slide her hand over my leg, softly squeezing my thigh with so many unsaid words lingering behind her actions.

“Maybe just drag it out?” I offered, glancing away from Monroe. “Then we can figure out what’s next.”

My mother nodded. “Yes, drag your feet. Every time they bring it up, keep putting it off,” she determined, briefly pursing her lips in thought. “I’m sure we’ll come up with a better plan. Let’s give it more thought.”

“Sounds good,” I said, noticing that Monroe had that neutral expression on her face and a look that I knew correlated to her being trapped in her head.

She’s battling something.

“Okay, Libby. I need to head back to California,” my mother said, standing from the table.

“I’ll walk you out,” I instinctively offered, standing from my chair as well.

Monroe blinked a few times, rising to her feet as well.

“It was nice to formally meet you,” my girlfriend spoke, her stare on my mother.

“It was nice meeting you, too,” my mother said, extending her hand to Monroe. “All the conflicts aside, you have my support here.”

I smiled slightly, watching as my girlfriend shook my mother’s hand.

It was a sight I thought I would never see.

I also never thought I would hear she’s supportive, either.

Even if her words sounded more like a business exchange than anything.

Once she finished shaking hands with Monroe, I followed her out past the dining room.

There was already a team of security waiting by the front door.

I’m sure her bags were already packed in the car by now, too.

“I’m going to miss you,” I said, pulling her into a hug before I could think it through.

“I’ll miss you too, sunny,” she whispered, instinctively hugging me back. “We’ll figure this out.”

I nodded. “I know—or I hope so at least.”

“You need to be prepared for this to get messy,” my mother said, keeping her voice lowered between us. “The Leclair’s will put up a fight, and they’ll pull any strings to win it.”

I nodded wordlessly, unsure what to say to that.

It was something I already knew would happen, but hearing it from my mother made this all feel so much more serious.

“Tell her you love her, sunny,” my mother suddenly whispered in my ear. “Never let those words go unsaid.”

Her words completely caught me off guard.

She read me better than I thought, especially to know I was withholding those words.

“I will,” I forced out, nodding a few times as we pulled away. “I’ll tell her.”

I wasn’t sure when, but once the timing is right, I would.

I’m just scared that it might overwhelm her, or maybe she wouldn’t feel the same way.

“I love you,” my mother told me, softly squeezing my arm.

“I love you too,” I murmured with a soft smile as we fully pulled back.

Once she walked over toward the team of security, I backed away from the front foyer.

I waved my mother one last goodbye before turning around fully, walking toward the kitchen where Monroe waited for me.

She was leaning against the counter, wearing the jeans she had changed into earlier and a navy sweater that had risen up slightly to expose her lower stomach.

She looked perfect there, waiting just for me.

“I didn’t mean what I said, or how I worded what I said—“

“No-no, it’s okay,” I quickly cut her short, realizing she had genuinely begun overthinking it all.

I felt bad.

“I know you didn’t plan for any of this to happen, regardless. Neither did I, baby,” I assured her, leaning into her for a hug. “It’s not a bad thing, okay?”

“Okay,” Monroe whispered, letting out a deep sigh as she wrapped her arms around my waist, “God, this is all such a mess, Liberty. I hate that you’re involved in it.”

“And I hate that you’re involved in it,” I emphasized, running my arms around her neck. “But we’ll figure it out.”

Monroe hummed softly, squeezing my waist.

“We have a lot to figure out,” she said, letting out another deep sigh. “We’ve barely scratched the surface yet. My parents will take this to a level no sane person is willing to go.”

I pursed my lips at her honest words, resting my cheek against her chest as I truly thought about what’s to come.

And what Leon and Clarisse have in store.

I don’t even want to know, but I’m sure we’re all about to find out.

“We should head back to Seattle soon, darling,” Monroe whispered in my ear, making something sink inside of me.

“One more night?” I asked in the softest way I could.

But I never wanted to leave this land of no phones or even electronics.

Here, it was just us.

“One more night,” Monroe agreed. “We’ll do a date night inside,” she suggested.

I hummed at the idea, “That sounds lovely,” I murmured, deciding that tonight could be the night.

I’m going to tell Monroe that I love her.