Bennett Neely Bale (neely_bale) wrote in freedomtownic, @ 2019-10-20 12:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | neely bale (neely_bale), rachelle martin-bale (rockinrachelle) |
Lazy Day
Who: Rachelle and Neely
Where: Their home
When: The day after this post
What: Chatting, professing their undying love, getting handsy, etc
Rating: Mild -- some sex talk near the end
Status: Closed; Complete
True to her word, Neely had set up the sound system in the bedroom and plopped her ass on the pillow fort that she'd built for her and Rachelle. She was dressed only in panties and one of Rachelle's Steelers jersey's. "Want me to braid your hair too?" She teased.
"You are such a goddamn brat, bitch." Rachelle grumbled, although the smile on her face showed she was clearly having fun. "Seriously though..." She continued, changing her position so that she could lay back with her head on Neely's lap. "Ten years... that's a damn long time. And yet... kinda feels like not nearly long enough, you know?"
Neely nodded as she softly stroked Rachelle's hair; the music playing softly in the background. "I get you. Ten years went by so quickly," she murmured. "God, I was such a neurotic little freak back then."
"It's like we totally switched roles..." Chelle teased with a wink, before adding, "Shit, I say just chalk it up to either youth or the tumor, like with Ash. Besides... even through all that bullshit, we're still together. And I like to think making it through all that brought Morgan to us, and now we're complete."
Neely nodded silently, her fingertips moving to trace circles along Rachelle's chest, near her collarbone. "It makes me sad to think that there's probably a universe out there where we never even met. Those poor girls don't even know what they're missing."
"Well..." Rachelle mused, nuzzling into Neely's touch with a mischievous grin. "There IS apparently a universe where you banged my MOM..." Yep. She fucking went there, the crazy bitch.
Neely laughed. "Well I guess the women in your family just have an irresistible brand of crazy that I just gravitate towards," she teased, poking her tongue out. They could mostly joke about things that had happened in the past, but there were some things that Neely wouldn't even entertain to think of. "And now? How do you like it here?"
"Honestly?" Rachelle asked her, grinning lovingly. "Other than having to start my whole career over again, I love it. I feel like it's a clean slate for all of us." She turned just a little so she could gaze at the blonde. "If it weren't for Ben turning out to be a humongous douchecanoe, it'd be pretty much perfect."
"Sadly I think he was always a douchecanoe." In her youth Neely had looked up to him, too. She shrugged. She didn't want to put a downer on the conversation by talking about him too much. "But a clean slate? Yeah. I guess you're right."
"Some days I still can't believe we never realized how much was missing from our lives until we found Morgan." Chelle mused, taking Neely's hand and kissing it in a surprisingly romantic gesture. "Together... the three of us are total equals, and each one of us is stronger because of the other two."
Neely let out a contented sigh as she leaned back against the foot of the bed, allowing her eyes to flutter closed briefly. "She's a lot more practical than either of us are," she murmured with a wry smile.
"I like to think each of us contributes something." Rachelle laughed, leaning up to nip at Neely's chin. "You're the spontaneity... the charm..." she grinned with a shrug. "Morgan is the common sense and the maternal instincts.... and me? I'm the fucking insanity."
"Hmmmm, I dunno. I happen to think that you're plenty charming when you wanna be," Neely teased, nipping at Chelle's bottom lip now that she was close enough.
"That's just cos you find crazy bitches hot." Rachelle countered, clearly getting that look in her eyes that said she was slowly getting less romantic and more horny as hell. "You know, I can still see you sitting down across from me for the first time like it happened yesterday?"
"Mhm. I remember when you were writing, your tongue was peeking out between your lips. Cute as HELL, by the way. That little look of concentration on your face? ZOMG." She fanned herself.
"I remember taking at least twenty minutes to really register that you were flirting with me." Chelle laughed, shaking her head. "I'd barely grasped the concept of dressing to flatter the figure, you know? And makeup? Forget it. I was used to being treated like one of the guys, and then this little whirlwind of energy and cuteness is suddenly treating me like the hottest chick in the diner."
"Because you were." Neely poked Rachelle in the ribs. "I thought you were beautiful. Boy, you had a mouth on you too." She laughed. "And you wouldn't take any of my shit."
"Mm. Somehow, I've been immune to your bullshit from day one, haven't I?" She mused, trying not to laugh, as she casually started to snake a hand under the jersey Neely wore. "And I was willing to fight like hell for your heart."
"Well, you have it now." Neely quirked an eyebrow at where that hand was going an arched her back slightly. "And nothing will ever change that."
"Better not!" Rachelle replied with a loud laugh, giving an exaggerated glare at the blonde. "By this point I've proven I'm not above stabbing a bitch."
Neely laughed. "Or setting them on fire. Or running them over. I'd be more worried about Morgan hexing someone than anything. It's the quiet ones that you really gotta look out for."
"You know... that's a good point. You should've SEEN the look she gave when Skylar wanted to fuck me way back when. We werent even DATING yet at the time." Chelle realized, laughing loudly. "My god, she'd kill someone now."
Neely laughed. "She gets soooooo grumpy when someone flirts with you. It's truly a magical thing to behold." She lifted Rachelle's shirt so she could scratch at her tummy a little. "The only person I flirt with lately is Mouse and that's more to squick Mouse out than anything. I couldn't imagine a life without you two in it."
"I dunno... I saw the look on your face when you saw me bullshittin' with Jessica Jones. You were thinking dirty, dirty things and nothing you can say will make me think otherwise." Rachelle laughed, raising an eyebrow in silent defiance.
Neely put on her best angelic 'who me?' expression. "OK. So the idea of her roughing you up is a turn on. Damn, that woman's hot. But!" She raised a finger. "Only I really get to do that. And occasionally Morgan, but mostly me."
"Yeeeaaaah. Rough sex really isn't meant for poor Morgan." Chelle agreed, chuckling sweetly. "She'd end up internalizing the fear that she's really hurting me or something. Our sweetie definitely needs to learn to express her feelings better."
"She's better than she used to be," Neely murmured, idly tracing the tip of her thumb around Rachelle's bellybutton. "I admit, I do enjoy breaking her out of her thoughts and making her smile though."
"That's one thing I can say about the both of you." Chelle added, giving a rare sincere, loving grin. "Anytime I see either of you smile? It brightens my entire world. I feel goddamn invincible when I have you both near me."
"You big softie," Neely teased. "I know what you mean, though. I only ever feel complete when I'm near you both." Her fingertips danced along Rachelle's ribs. "Content, even."
"Mm. Or when you're motorboating me." Chelle added, that eyebrow slowwwwwwly rising again. Uh-oh. She clearly had an idea of some sort forming. "Fuck. I am so horny right now that I feel like anything I say is gonna kill the romantic mood here."
Neely quriked an eyebrow herself. "So when has that ever stopped you from saying what's on your mind?" She poked her tongue out, just being a teasing bitch. She could appreciate their romantic moments, but she tended not to let them stick around for too long.
"Well? Because while we ALWAYS end up getting sexual eventually, this time I was thinking something a little.... different. Something like...." She leaned up, whispering something into Neely's ear, before teasingly biting her earlobe then backing off with a big, mischeivous grin.
"Rachelle!" Neely tried to sound scandalized and swatted at her arm. Still, the shit-eating grin on her face said it all. "You want me to call Morgan home first, or after that first request, hm?"
"Well, in all fairness to Morgan, she'd be pissed if she missed that part..." Rachelle said with deadpan honesty. "You know she'd find a way to be part of it."
"You've really corrupted her, you know that right?" Neely nipped at Rachelle's bottom lip. "Alright, I'll call. You? Do. Not. Move. An. Inch."
"And what if I do?" Rachelle asked, giving just the brattiest fucking grin in the world. "Whatcha gonna do, Neels? Punish me?"
"I'll make you wait longer," Neely pointed out. She loved to make Rachelle squirm. "And don't think that I won't."
"....You win this day." Chelle smirked, shutting RIGHT the hell up. "I'll be a good girl. For as long as it takes you to get your ass back here, anyway."
"Good." Neely smooched Rachelle's temple, then disengaged from her to quickly scurry over to her phone to give their wife a call. They were in for quite the day, by the look of it.
"TELL THE BITCH TO HURRY!" Rachelle called out after Neely, laughing. When her ladies were in that middle-ground of playful and horny as hell? That usually ended up making a candidate for Best Day Ever.