Bennett Neely Bale (neely_bale) wrote in freedomtownic, @ 2021-04-05 11:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | morgan raleigh (morgan_raleigh), neely bale (neely_bale), rachelle martin-bale (rockinrachelle) |
"Who loves you, baby?"
Who: Neely and Rachelle, then Morgan
Where: Rachelle's Office - The End Zone, Freedomtown
When: Recently
What: Some assurance
Rating: PG-13
Status: Closed; Complete
Rather than waiting for Rachelle to come home after a hard day's work (ha!), Neely decided to visit her at The End Zone. Of course, 'visit' wasn't quite the word one was looking for, since they had obnoxiously loud sex in Rachelle's office, but... it'll do. "Who loves you, baby?" Neely purred, licking her lips before going in for a kiss. She was... very naked at the moment and had no intention of getting dressed anytime soon. The door was locked so she was quite happy to lounge about, thanksabunch.
"Considering your face was just so far inside me that I think the baby knows what you look like? I'm gonna say you do." Rachelle said, grinning with some intense afterglow as she gazed at the tiny blonde werewolf. "Fuck I love you babe... always."
"I love you too, babe," Neely replied with a content purr. She laid them both out on the sofa and cuddled up to Rachelle, clearly in a mood. She nuzzled into Rachelle's neck. "Goddamn, you smell amazing."
"You still gonna be this into me when I'm huge and crying all the time and farting at inappropriate times?" Rachelle asked, only half-kidding. She was just hormonal enough to be having doubts about how the girls would find her attractive.
"You already fart at inappropriate times," Neely pointed out with a lopsided smirk. She continued nuzzling, breathing in Rachelle's scent. "You're starting to worry," she realized, rubbing a hand over Rachelle's stomach. "Hon? We're not going anywhere."
"Better not." Chelle sniffled, trying to keep her shit in check here. "You guys... you keep me alive." Hooooboy. Yeah, she was getting hyper emotional now. Still, it didnt make her words any less true. "Since the day we met, you've been the sun my world revolves around. I mean, my fun little breakdown was proof of that. And Morgan... she's the reason I made it through that. If I ever lost either of you.... I don't think I could survive."
"Heyyy, we're forever, babe." She wanted to say that the only time Rachelle would have to worry about things like that was when they were old and gray, but that was a bit morbid a thing to say after how they'd just expressed their love. "Wherever life takes us."
"I'm gonna be a good mom, right?" Rachelle asked, seeming genuinely concerned. "I know I'm basically fuckin' nuts now, and everyone thinks it's a hoot... but am I gonna completely fuck this kid's life up?"
"Not even for a second," Neely cooed. "You're gonna be the strongest, proudest, most loving mother in the world." She lifted Rachelle's chin with the tip of her nose so Rachelle would hold her gaze. "And you're not nuts. Point me towards whoever says that and I'll fight 'em."
"...you're gonna fight 90% of people that know us?" Rachelle asked glibly, trying not to laugh. "Still. You're sweet. And god, you've come so far since we first met. I'm so goddamn proud of the woman you've become."
"Every. Single. One," Neely replied, completely serious. She took in Rachelle's scent, taking comfort in it. Rachelle and Morgan could be miles away and she'd find them by scent alone. Sometimes being a werewolf had its benefits. She lightly nibbled on Rachelle's earlobe. "Really?" She asked softly. "Sometimes I don't feel like I've changed much at all."
"Dude." Chelle laughed, her tone basically one of 'bitch, really?'. "When we met... you were the most relentless pussy-hound I'd ever met. I couldn't even imagine me or anyone else being able to tame your horny ass back then. And you took, like, nothing seriously. You were like She-Ben." Rachelle laughed, nuzzling the little blonde affectionately. "Look at you now. In a committed relationship, responsible, at least semi-mature..."
"Hey, I'm totes mature," Neely replied with a cute little frown, pinching Rachelle's hip. "And I still love dining at the 'y'. I just couldn't imagine it being with anyone other than you or Morgan."
"At the same time, some nights." Rachelle added with a cheeky grin, the look on her face heartbreaking in it's sincerity. She loved this woman even more desperately and completely than she had when they first met, and the reverence she had for Neely shone through even in spite of the attitude and foul mouth she typically showed. "I feel like the luckiest woman alive, you know?"
"Naw, that's totes me, baby," Neely purred, going in for another kiss. She couldn't imagine a life without Rachelle or Morgan in it.
Of course, their serene moment was interrupted by someone jiggling the doorknob to the office, only to find it locked. "Oh for the love of..." They could hear Morgan mutter as she grabbed her keys, unlocked the door, and quickly made her way inside. "We have a perfectly functional bed at home--" She started to say as she locked the door behind her, but as soon as she turned to face the two women she couldn't quite remember where that train of thought was going. "Ahh... Nope. Sorry. Completely lost my train of thought."
"And there's the other half of my heart." Rachelle said, in a way that wasn't sappy or melodramatic. It was just raw sincerity. "Mor? As adorable as I find your grumbling? Please shut up and come hug us."
Mor was about to joke that there wouldn't be space enough for the three of them, but given Rachelle's pregnancy she just considered that to be rude, so instead, she leaned over to smooch them both on the forehead. "So... which one of you couldn't wait this time?"
"It's actually not what you're thinking." Rachelle said, before looking at her feet as she mumbled the rest. "Ok, it started that way. Neels needed a treat from The Clam Hut.." Hah! "But afterward... I was having one of my new and oh so fun 'moments of hormonal horror'. Neels was calming me down."
"You weren't being a horror," Neely assured her, giving Rachelle a loving kiss on the lips.
"Doesn't sound like it to me, either," Morgan added, brushing a hand over Rachelle's hair before heading over to sit behind the desk. She actually had come in to do some work today, but she was quite content with the view for now.
"Hey, if you wanna dig in to Neely's box while she's still all nekkid, I'll totally watch the shit outta that." Chelle said with such honesty that it came across more comical than crude. "For real, I'd enjoy that like you wouldn't believe."
"I don't doubt that for a second," Morgan said with an amused smile. She took off her jacket and dropped it on the desk, eyes still lingering on their nude forms. Suddenly the paperwork that she'd come to do was the furthest thing from her mind.
"I get the feeling that Mor's happy to watch for now," Neely pointed out with a raised eyebrow, which got a simple nod of agreement from the fellow blonde. "Hee." She gave Rachelle a lazy kiss on the lips. "Feeling better, baby?" She cooed to Rachelle.
"Lessee here... got some of that legendary Neely Bale head, got cuddles and reassurance that I'm not a big gassy pig, and now I got both my girls paying attention to me." Rachelle grinned, beaming brightly. "Yeah. I'm definitely feeling all better."
"That's my girl," Neely purred. She cupped Rachelle's cheek and held her gaze before kissing her deeply. "Love you, babe. Always."