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thesapphictimelady · 2 months

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Ad Astra Per Aspera

Word Count: 2.6K

TW: Implied previous domestic abuse, references to alcohol

A/N: Been working on this for like 2 months lol. Not proofread at all, but I had fun with it. Comments are appreciated :) Hope you enjoy!

“Hi, I’m looking for principal Coleman?”

The red head leaning against the desk turned, “Yeah, she’s not here today.”

“That can’t be right. I’m supposed to be meeting with her today. It is Thursday, right? I know my head isn’t always screwed on right but I was sure it’s Thursday.”

“Yeah, it is. Wait, are you the one with the dumb name?”

“E-excuse me?”

The red head tossed her hair, “Ava told me there was someone coming in with a stupid name and I should welcome her and “show her the ropes” and that she’d be helping in my classroom.”

“My name’s Cassiopeia,” she said, shuffling her things around to shake the older woman’s hand.

The older woman scoffed, ignoring her hand, “The hell kind of name is that? Nah, I’m calling you Cassie. And that’s how you should introduce yourself. The kids’ll end up calling you Pee or something. Come on, I’ll take you to the break room.”

“I don’t think I caught your name,” Cassie said, trying to keep up with her long strides.

“Yeah, that’s cause I didn’t give it to ya,” she swung open the door to the break room, “I found fresh meat looking for Ava,”

“Melissa Ann Schemmenti, you know we don’t speak about our colleagues like that!”

Melissa shrugged and took a seat next to the other teacher, “Sorry Barb, just callin’ it like I see it,”

Barb swatted Melissa’s arm and turned to face Cassiopeia, “It’s nice to meet you dear, I’m Barbara Howard, I teach Kindergarten”

“My name’s Cassiopeia. It’s nice to meet you.”

Melissa groaned and pointed at the young woman, “Didn’t I say to introduce yourself as Cassie? I wasn’t kiddin’.”

“Jacob Hill!” another teacher blurted from by the fridge, “I’m Jacob Hill. I teach history. I like your name. Cassiopeia, She was the queen of Ethiopia according to Greek Mythology. Her daughter Andromeda was saved from a sea monster by the hero Perseus. Did you know-”

“Jacob that’s enough,” Barbara said, gesturing towards a chair for Cassiopeia, “I’m sure she knows the history of her own name.”

Cassie sat and smiled gratefully at Barbara before she reached into her bag to retrieve her notebook and a pair of earbuds, deciding it was best to just sit quietly until the kids arrived.

“Pineapple absolutely goes on pizza,” Jacob said, picking up the conversation they had been having before her arrival.

“Not this again,” Melissa groaned, “It does not go on pizza!”

“It does! It’s been put on pizza since 1962! Contrary to the term that’s frequently used, it actually isn’t from Hawaii though. It was created in Ontario, Canada. The man who made it was actually Greek and-“

“Hey, new kid,” Melissa interrupted, “What kind of pizza do you like”

“I actually haven’t had pizza in a long time,” Cassie said, pulling her earbuds out.

“Oh don’t tell me you don’t like pizza!”

“No, I do! My…my ex used to make homemade pizza for date night. She was not a good person. Which is why I’m here. Miles away from anyone I know.” Cassie shifted and tugged at her sleeves, making sure the yellowing bruises from the night she had left were still covered.

The room stayed quiet for a few minutes before Barbara finally said, “Well now you know us!”

“Yeah,” Melissa said, her emerald eyes trained on Cassie, “You know us. And based on what Ava told me, you’re in my room for now,” she glanced down at her watch, “So grab a cup of coffee and let’s head over there now so ya know where stuff is. We’ll see youse at lunch.”

Melissa patted Barbs hand as she stood and grabbed her coffee mug, holding the door open for Cassie.

“Good luck, Cassiopeia!” Jacob called

Cassie waved at the other teachers, hastily gathering her things and following the redhead out the door.

“So you don’t got anybody out here?” Melissa asked as she flipped the classroom light on.

“No ma’am. I don’t know anyone here.”

“Why Philly? I mean, other than the obvious.”

Cassiopeia laughed softly, setting her things down on a desk, “I saw a job posting for Abbott and just…packed up my life and came here. I needed a change.”

Melissa nodded slowly, setting her mug down and looking the new teacher up and down, “Well listen kid, we got recess duty this week. I don’t know where you’re from but it gets hot. You might wanna reevaluate that grandma sweater.”

Cassie flushed and tugged the sleeves down over her hands, “Thanks but I’ll be fine.”

Melissa hummed thoughtfully before shrugging, “Suit yourself. You can put your stuff back here. How do you feel about science?”

The morning went smoothly and before she knew it, she and Melissa were standing outside watching the kids recess. The older woman had abandoned her leather jacket in her classroom and tied her hair up in a ponytail.

“Aren’t you hot?” Melissa asked, fanning herself with one hand.

“I’m fine,” Cassiopeia lied, pulling her hair off her neck in an effort to cool down.

“At least let me cuff your sleeves!” Melissa said, reaching for Cassie.

“No! No, I’m fine.”

“Kid, it’s a million degrees and you’re wearing a Mr. Rogers sweater!”

“I’m fine,” Cassie insisted.

Melissa sighed, before turning back to the kids “5 more minutes my little eagles! Ms. Schemmenti is too hot so we’re going to go inside.”

“Yes Ms. Schemmenti!” the kids called back to her.

“They really like you,” Cassie said.

“Yeah, well, the older ones had me when they were in second grade so they know the drill. We’ll take them to the gym and then head to the break room for lunch. By the way, you can eat the school lunch, but I do NOT recommend doing that.”

Cassiopeia laughed, “Thanks for the heads up, but I don’t usually eat lunch”

“Whadya mean you don’t eat lunch. You gotta eat”

“I eat breakfast and dinner! I’m just never hungry at lunch”

Melissa shook her head, “You can have something from my lunch”

Cassie opened her mouth to argue but the redhead was quick to cut her off, “It’s not up for debate kid. Alright my little eagles it’s time to line up!”

All the kids came running over to the door, lining up single file to follow Melissa inside and to the gym. Cassie stayed at the back of the line, closing the door behind them. Once the kids were inside the gym with the other recess duty teachers, Melissa dragged Cassie to the break room.

“Cassiopeia! You’re still here!” Jacob cheered.

“Where else would I be?” Cassie laughed.

“Melissa has a habit of running people off,” Mrs. Howard said, smiling fondly at the redhead who had sat down next to her.

“I do not!” Melissa said, pulling food out of her lunchbox, “Only the incompetent ones. New kid is smart.”

Cassie flushed and went to go perch on one of the windowsills but Melissa stopped her.

“Where do you think you’re goin? I told you it’s not up for debate.”

“Ms. Schemmenti, really, I’m fine!”

“Sit.” Melissa said sternly, grabbing a paper plate from the cabinet and putting some ziti on it.

“I wouldn’t try to argue dear,” Mrs. Howard warned when Cassie opened her mouth, “It’s better to just do what she tells you.”

Cassiopeia sighed and sat in the seat the older woman had indicated, taking the plate of ziti, “Thank you, Ms. Schemmenti.”

“Don’ worry about it kid.”

“So, Cassiopeia,” Barbara said, “How was your morning? Was Melissa nice to you?”

“Ms. Schemmenti was very kind to me. And the kids are wonderful! I don’t know how she manages to have such a well behaved class when she’s juggling two different grades!”

“The kids know better than to mess with me,” the redhead said, glancing up from her phone.

Cassie smiled and took a bite of the ziti, “Holy shit this is amazing!”

“It’s my nana’s recipe,” Melissa said, “She used to…” She trailed off, brow furrowed, “Did youse hear that?”

The room went silent as all the teachers listened to a timid knock at the door. Melissa jumped up to open the door. One of the older girls was standing on the other side, sniffling.

“What’s wrong hon?” Melissa asked her, bending down slightly so she could whisper in the redheads ear, “Gotcha. Let’s go to my classroom, okay? Hey, new kid, I might need you and your huge bag. Follow us.”

Cassiopeia grabbed her purse and was quick to catch up with them.

“What’s going on?” she asked once inside the classroom.

The younger girl looked nervously at Melissa.

“It’s okay hon, Miss Cassie is gonna be more help than me. She started her period. Nurse isn’t here and I don’t need the products anymore. Got anything in that bag of yours?”

“Oh! Oh of course, give me a second,” Cassie dug through her purse, producing pads and a small heating pack, “Do you need anything else? Tylenol?”

“I need new pants,” the student whispered.

“I’m afraid that’s the one thing I don’t carry with me,” Cassie said apologetically, “Is there somewhere we can get those?”

Melissa sighed, “Yeah, Ava’s office. But she has that place booby trapped since the last time I- actually I think that’s not important right now.” Melissa said, throwing a look towards the cameraman right outside the door who quickly ducked out of sight.

“That’s okay,” Cassie said, “What’s your name sweetheart?”

“Kya,”

“Okay, here’s what we’re gonna do Kya. We’re gonna tie my sweater around your waist to hide the stain and then Ms. Schemmenti is gonna give your mom a call to bring you some new pants, okay?”

“Okay,” Kya whispered.

“We can use Barb’s bathroom,” Melissa said, “She won’t mind.”

Cassie nodded and unbuttoned her sweater, folding it and gently tying it around Kya’s waist, “There. Now go with Ms. Schemmenti and she’ll get you taken care of.”

Kya took the pads out of her hand and followed Melissa out of the room. Cassie busied herself putting things back into her bag, completely missing the look the other teacher had given her. A breeze came through the open window and she shivered, rubbing at her arms before she froze.

“Fuck,” she whispered, “Please tell me I have a back up sweater somewhere in my bag!”

Cassie turned her bag over on the desk, searching the contents for something, anything she could use to keep the bruises on her arms covered.

“So, new kid,”

Cassie jumped, whirling around to see Melissa leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed.

“Hi, Ms. Schemmenti! I-I didn’t hear you coming!” Cassie quickly tucked her arms behind her.

“Uh huh.” Melissa said, walking into the classroom, “Thanks for your help with Kya. You sure were protective of that sweater all morning but you didn’t hesitate to give it to her.”

“I remember middle school. She didn’t need anyone teasing her for the stain”

Melissa nodded thoughtfully, “Whatcha got behind your back?”

“Nothing!”

“So if I walked behind you, there wouldn’t be anything to see?”

“No, there’s nothing back there!”

“And there’s nothing, say, on your wrists?”

“No ma’am.”

“Well then I’m sure you have no issue going back to the break room with me.”

“Actually I think I’ll stay here and…start grading the science tests!”

The redhead frowned and shook her head, “What’re you hiding kid. Just show me. You’ve been hiding something all day.”

Cassiopeia swallowed the lump in her throat and brought her arms back to the front, looking anywhere but Melissa’s face.

“Kid,” the older teacher whispered.

“I don’t want your pity. That’s why I kept them covered. I’m completely fine.”

“Hon…”

Cassie looked up in surprise at the gentleness of the teachers words. Melissa’s emerald eyes were soft and she gently took Cassie’s arm in her hand.

“Hon, this isn’t nothing,”

“I don’t want anyone’s pity, Ms. Schemmenti. I’m going to go home. I don’t have a back up sweater and it’s bad enough that you’ve seen them.”

“What-?”

“What happened?” Cassie cut her off, not wanting to hear her ask, “My ex. I told you this morning she wasn’t a good person. She wasn’t too pleased with the news that I wanted to break up. Now please, let go,”

Melissa let go of Cassie’s arms, backing up so the teacher had space to grab her things, too stunned to stop her as she quickly left the classroom.

When Cassiopeia got home, she threw everything onto the couch before going to the small kitchen to retrieve a bottle of wine and a plastic cup. This was supposed to be a new beginning and already she had someone pitying her.

“I knew I should’ve pushed off my start date,” she muttered to the small apartment as she filled her cup and collapsed on the couch. It didn’t take long after draining the bottle that she fell into a fitful sleep, using her bag as a pillow

It was her phone ringing that woke her. She glanced at the screen and was immediately filled with dread when she saw the “Unknown number” on the caller ID. Hesitantly she accepted the call, sitting in silence while she waited for the caller to speak.

“Hello? New kid? You there?”

“Ms. Schemmenti? How did you get my phone number?”

“I know a guy. Listen, what do you like on your pizza?”

“What? Ms. Schemmenti it’s…it’s 3 in the morning! Why are you calling?”

The line was quiet for a moment before the redhead sighed, “Listen, I’m real sorry for pushin’ you today. I shouldn’t have made you tell me what the bruises were from. Let me make you a pizza to make up for it.”

Cassiopeia laughed softly, “This is a dream. A weird, alcohol induced dream.”

“No it’s not. Kid you can either tell me or I’ll show up with something random.”

“Show up? Are you driving right now?”

“Yeah, I had a late night. Are you decent? I’m almost at your place.”

“How do you know where I live??”

“Again, I know a guy. Are ya decent?”

“Yeah, I-I’m decent. Should I unlock the door or do you know a guy for that too?”

“Ha ha very funny kid.”

The call dropped, leaving Cassie alone in the dark again. She jumped up and started throwing things into the small closet, trying to make the tiny space look halfway decent, before giving up and instead throwing on an oversized sweater and unlocking the door.

Melissa had her arms completely full of grocery bags when she got to the door.

“Ms. Schemmenti what-”

Melissa pushed past her into the apartment, “I told ya, I had a long night. Where can I put this?”

Cassiopeia led her to the tiny kitchen, still not quite sure if she was awake or not. Melissa dropped her bags on the narrow counter and started pulling things out.

“Okay, what is going on? You don’t need to do all this, you apologized on the phone.”

“Trust me kid, that wasn’t enough. And your secret is safe with me. I told the others you were sick and I sent you home.”

“School starts in 4 hours.”

“Actually, the kids are off tomorrow so no one will care that you’re hungover and I haven’t slept. Trust me, Ava will be hungover as hell.”

Cassie sat down on one of the wobbly stools, “So you’re making me a pizza…as an apology?”

Melissa finally glanced over her shoulder at the younger woman, “Yeah, you got a problem with that?”

“No…I don’t think so.” Cassie put her head in her hands, “I think I’m too hungover for this,”

Melissa laughed and tossed her a bottle of aspirin, “Picked this up at the store. You probably need it more than I do”

Cassie took it gratefully, “Thank you, Ms. Schemmenti.”

“You’re welcome kid. Go lay down. I’ll take care of this and I’ll wake you when it’s time to head to school.”

#abbott elementary #lisa ann walter #melissa schemmenti #melissa schemmenti fanfic #melissa schemmenti x oc #abbott elementary fanfiction #melissa schemmenti x reader

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jessicaslittlelovesickmess · 2 months

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Lydia

Warning: Angst, hurtfic, hints of cheating, slut shaming

Pairing: Melissa Schemmenti x Reader, Melissa x Gary, Olivia Benson x sister!reader

She hadn’t worked there very long only a month or so

Everyone loved Lydia the third grade teacher who almost bested Melissa Schemmenti.. almost but it was safe to say she made everyone swoon. Jealousy was an ugly accessory that both Melissa and Gary seemed to wear the couple both eyeing the new teacher.

Am I surprised to see you here with Lydia? Melissa thought as she entered the break room to see Gary and the woman. She’s oh so nice and easier to love than I the redhead wanted to slap her boyfriend for how easily his attention was given. As he eyed Lydia making her coffee neither noticing the redhead enter “how does Mel like her coffee?” She asked gently grabbing another cup down. “She should be in soon so I want it to be ready when she’s here” Melissa smiled at your kindness “im not sure” Gary scratched his head before refilling the vending machine.

But no, I won’t hold it against her

My baby, my baby the first person to love since she divorced Joe swooning over another woman so blatantly. Lydia always shrugged him off with a polite smile though you could see it in her eyes she hated it all the attention from him. “Don’t you want me anymore?” Melissa asked him once they were alone he avoided eye contact and that told her everything she needed to hear.

Her arms are warm the redhead smiled to herself as she relaxed in Lydia’s embrace both women standing alone in the empty classroom. Melissa let herself enjoy this moment of peace with her friend that she had just vented about Gary to.

Her legs are wide and so’s her smile even Barbara would be lying if she said she didn’t have a little bit of a girl crush on the woman. Lydia stood beside Melissa at the counter as she made them both another cup of coffee, she was the woman the redhead always wished to be.

She’ll take you on

Where I would slap you down and hide

Melissa hadn’t always been the badass Italian everyone knew it had taken years to grow her skin yet Lydia did it so effortlessly. Always talking back to the rude parents with ease and the sleezeball fathers constantly trying to start an affair. She had a confidence that captivated people that drew them into her so easily.

But no, I won’t hold it against her

Melissa was so used to having someone to smother to care for that once Gary drifted away she felt almost hollow. Though Lydia always promised there wasn’t anything going on and that the man loved her even if it burned to admit. Lydia loved Melissa but she wasn’t the type to break a relationship over such feelings so she stayed quiet and supportive.

Now wasn’t the time to jump into anything new for Lydia she was doing just fine being friends.

My baby, my baby

Don’t you want me anymore

My baby, my baby

Don’t you need me anymore

Her lips are cold it was now winter as Lydia walked into the break room in her layers lips having turned blue almost purple as she grabbed her mug. Melissa couldn’t stop staring at her smile the skin on her lips had begun to split slightly.

He talks too tired

To say goodbye

Gary would normally be almost bouncing off the walls just being near Melissa but now he seemed almost drained as he barely smiled at the woman. Barbara caught on she was a lot of things but she wasn’t stupid nobody could miss how he looked at you.

So take the time to reel me in and wash me out

But treat her right

And no, I wont hold it against her

Against her

Melissa knew when to call it quits Lydia had won a competition she didn’t know she was in and the redhead couldn’t be mad. The woman had done nothing she knew it all from her first marriage but watching as the pair quickly distanced themselves it broke her.

Lydia left for a while and nobody knew why she had just vanished for a week having Ava surprisingly cover her classes. It only lead Melissa to that sinking feeling that Gary and Lydia were going behind her back.

My baby, my baby

Don’t you want me anymore

My baby, my baby

Don’t you need me anymore

“Ms. Benson?” The young receptionist spoke softly as she entered the breakroom “yes dear?” Lydia smiled “there’s a woman here she said she’s your sister? She at the front office”. The woman nodded getting up from her seat unaware of everyone’s curious gaze.

You seemed to know all about them yet they knew nothing about you.

My baby, my baby

Don’t you want me anymore

My baby, my baby

Don’t you love me anymore

Melissa couldn’t believe Gary would even propose to Lydia without breaking up with her first she was heartbroken. Someone who became one of her closest friends doing that behind her back? She decided enough was enough.

Melissa had cornered both you and Gary in your classroom yelling about an affair that didn’t exist, slut shaming and name calling. She threw pens and pulled her hair, Gary didn’t know what to do and neither did you Melissa had herself convinced she didn’t care.

Angrily you stomped to your desk taking the small box out of the top drawer throwing it to Gary “i’m done” you laughed grabbing your bag and leaving. Only then did Melissa stop “Lydia was helping me to propose” Gary swallowed unable to meet Melissa’s eyes.

My baby, my baby

Don’t you want me anymore

Don’t you love me anymore

The next time Melissa saw Lydia was at the woman’s front door, the brunette sat on her doorstep tear stained and puffing a cigarette. The redhead felt guilty no she was guilty and she felt horrible to just assume such things and to act the way she did.

A little boy ran around the front lawn happily before another slightly older brunette woman walked out from behind Lydia. Melissa stepped out of her car warily as she made her way to the small group the other woman quick to meet the brunette ready to fight.

“Olivia it’s just Melissa” you waved off with a sigh Melissa? You never said her full name “what do you want?” You looked tired. “I’m sorry, I should’ve listened to you” Melissa played with the hem of her shirt “you’re sorry? Okay” you shrugged.

“I think it’s best if you leave” Olivia cleared her throat as she raised an eyebrow to Melissa’s truck in the driveway “she doesn’t need this at the moment”

Melissa lost Gary

Now she was losing you too

#imagine #wlw #lisa ann walter #lisa ann walter x reader #angst #abbott elementary #melissa schemmenti x gary #melissa schemmenti x oc #melissa ann schemmenti #melissa schemmenti imagine #melissa schemmenti x you #melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti #olivia benson #olivia benson x sister

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fyregrayfong · 5 days

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Abbott Elementary (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Melissa Schemmenti/You, Melissa Schemmenti & You, Melissa Schemmenti/Original Female Character(s), Melissa Schemmenti/Original Character(s) Characters: Melissa Schemmenti, Barbara Howard, Mr. Johnson (Abbott Elementary) Additional Tags: Angst Summary:

Okay, @meowmeowhissss had a prompt on tumbler

"At the end of the school day R walks to the teachers lounge with a bushel of flowers for Melissa. As they turn the corner they see Melissa and Gary say “I love you” and kiss. R looks at the flowers, back at the two lovers, throws the roses into a trash can near by, and kicks the trash can. Just for a little comedy Mr Johnson sees this happens and he tosses his mop onto the floor and stomps away.

OKAY WHAT IF THE FLOWERS HAD A CARD ATTACHED AND AS MEL LEAVES SHE SEES A RANDOM CARD ON THE FLOOR?? SHE PICKS IT UP, READS IT AND IS LIKE “fuck.” "

#melissa schemmenti x oc #melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti x you #melissa schemmenti #abbott elementary #wlw yearning #wlw #angst

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jeridandridge · 9 months

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Masterlist

my A03

Stuff I write for

Reading playlist

Melissa Schemmenti works

college years series:

All I Wanted

Red Solo Cup

Detours

Voices

I’m On Fire

Melissa Schemmenti x OC (sophia)

The Guy (Sophia’s version)

The Baker and the teacher

About Sophia

Sunday Morning

Holidays

A Long Day

Pretty woman

One shots:

Enjoy The Silence

As The World Falls Down

Two Kids

Sparks

Mine

Tolerate It

Beach Day

The Kids

Touch

The Guy

Cosmic Love

Glutton For Punishment

Emergencies

Tricks and Treats

Field Trip

Deadites and Baseball Bats

Trust

Drunk Melissa

Wonder Woman socks

Tea and Hot Nurses

Only Girl

Smutty Sunday

Realizations

Exes and Ohs

Satin sheets

Puppy love

A shoulder to cry on

Drunk Confessions

Looks

The Yearbook

Autumn Days

Snow Storms

I Am King

New years with the Flyers

Atomic

Hey Jealousy

Nothing Matters

Shining stars

Hardest of Hearts

For Lovers At Night pt 1

#melissa schemmenti #melissa schemmenti x reader #Melissa Schemmenti x oc #tv #abbott elementary #lisa ann walter #wlw #lgbtq fiction

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the-bad-batch · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/10 Fandom: Abbott Elementary (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Melissa Schemmenti/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Barbara Howard, Melissa Schemmenti, Ava Coleman (Abbott Elementary), Kristen Marie (Abbott Elementary), Janine Teagues, Gregory Eddie, Jacob Hill, Original Characters, Gary (Abbott Elementary) Additional Tags: mentions of sickness, Sex Club, Mommy Kink, Fluff and Smut, Shameless Smut, Romance, breakdown - Freeform Summary:

Forced to take time off work after a breakdown, Melissa finds herself taking her sisters advice and going to an sex club which her sister had mentioned, just to prove that Kristen Marie has terrible ideas. There she finds a new place to let loose and a woman she only knows by the name of El, who will change her life forever.

My First OC! Elliott (Ellie/Ell) Thrace.

I really hope you like it.

#Melissa Schemmenti x Reader #Melissa Schemmenti #melissa Schemmenti x OC

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lakita-fisher · 2 months

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Hey guys I'm having such a hard time trying to find this Melissa schemmenti x OC fic. I believe her name is Camille and I do remember this fix where she got drunk with Ava and Janine and Mel has to take care of her.

If anyone can help me out it will be greatly appreciated. ❤️

#melissa schemmenti #melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti x OC

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theonefairygodmother · 9 months

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I recently saw some people mad about cross tagging pairings in fanfics. I understand that Larissa Weems and Brienne or Cheesy and Miranda are different characters/fandoms, but I never saw a difference between their unofficial pairings, like tagging a xreader fic with both xOC and xY/n.

So.. since nobody asked i gotta do it:

#ill delet after the answer dont get mad at me using the tag #is for research purposes #larissa weems x reader #larissa weems x y/n #larissa weems x you #larissa weems x oc #melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti x you #melissa schemmenti x oc

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greenaway-torres · 5 months

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I love when she’s in the kitchen with me. Watching me. She just wants to be close to me. In between cutting vegetables and making a sauce, she’s there with her wine in hand. The look in her eyes makes me feel like she sees me. Maybe more than me. She waits until I put the knife down or put something in the oven to kiss me. The taste of that sweet wine is still on her lips and the world slows down. Then she goes back to her seat, watching me until she can kiss me again.

“I love watching you. The way you move around, you cook, how you hum to yourself. Just content. Tell me what I can do to keep you this happy, baby, and I will do it.”

#x reader #lesbian imagine #kassandra #abby anderson #eivor wolfkissed #grayson x reader #sevika x reader #melissa schemmenti #x kassandra #kassandra x reader #abby anderson x reader #eivor x reader #female eivor #x reader fluff #oc x reader

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morgana-larkin · 1 day

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Alright peeps! So I took a look at the poll and saw that most of you wanted the second part of 'Don't Call Me That' the most so here it is! There's everything in this one, heartbreak, angst, smut and fluff. A bit of a rollercoaster so good luck!

On another note: I'm working on part 4 of 'Mine' as that was the second most voted on. I also realise the poll is still open for another 4 hours but idc, you can still vote though!

Don't Call Me That - Part 2

Warnings: Smut, angst, lots of fluff (Not in that specific order lol), happy ending

Words: 4.2k

Melissa didn’t get any sleep last night. Everytime she closed her eyes, all she imagined was you kissing her, and nothing was on her mind except the thought of you saying you love her. You still love her, even after her breaking up with you.

Melissa walked into Abbott a little earlier, she needed extra caffeine considering she got 0 hours of sleep last night. She barely survived the day, not only from lack of sleep, but seeing you multiple times, and everytime all she thinks about is your lips on hers.

The next day she barely got any sleep, about 2 hours. The next day was the same. She thought that at least it was Friday and she could sleep in on Saturday. On Friday, everyone can clearly see the bags under her eyes as they’ve darkened over the week, and the way she can barely stay awake. Melissa thinks that it’s good her students have a test to do today and a book report coming up, and a couple other things she can get them to do instead of teaching.

At the end of the day, you go to walk to your car and you pass by Melissa’s classroom and you can see her asleep at her desk. You walk in and you see there’s no one else there, so you walk over to her and shake her a bit. “Melissa?” you say and she groans but doesn’t wake. “Melissa!” You just about yell and she opens her eyes but doesn’t move her head. You kneel down to her level and look at her. “Hey, saw you sleeping, you ok?” you ask her and she looks at you with the saddest eyes you’ve ever seen.

“Am I dreaming?” she asks you and you tilt your head.

“What makes you think you’re dreaming?” you ask her.

“Because you’re here, you wouldn’t talk to me otherwise. If I was awake then you would just avoid me because I’m an idiot.” she says and you look down and sigh.

“Ok, come on. I’ll drive you home and then you can continue dreaming ok?” you tell her and help guide her up from her chair. You take her purse with you and help guide her to your car, as well as buckle herself in as she didn’t have the strength to do it herself. “Why have you been so tired this week?” You ask as you get in the driver’s seat and start the car.

“Because I’m being haunted by my stupidity.” She says and you snort, you then back out of the parking spot and pull out of the parking lot.

“What stupidity have you done?” You ask her.

“Breaking up with my girlfriend, Y/n.” She tells you and you then realise she has no idea where she is and might still think she’s dreaming. You know you probably shouldn’t but this might be your chance to figure out what’s really going on with her.

“Why was that a stupid decision?”

“Because I still love her so much. All I think about when I try to sleep is her kissing me or her saying she loves me. I can’t do this anymore, I need her.” She says and a few tears slip. “I’ve barely slept these past 4 days, I probably got no more than 8 hours of sleep combined. I’ve barely eaten as well. I broke up with her 3 months ago and I was still able to sleep and eat, I don’t know what changed.” She says and you think about it, you should probably help her out.

“Do you feel guilty all of a sudden?” And she lets out an airy laugh.

“I’ve felt guilty ever since I thought I should break up with her?”

“Ok, so not that then. What about the fact that she told you she loves you?” You ask her and she doesn’t say anything. “Maybe you thought her feelings for you would disappear when you broke up with her cause you thought that she would just find someone else?” You tell her and she still doesn’t say anything. You thought maybe she fell asleep so you glance over at her and she’s still awake. “Melissa?” You say and she looks up at you. “Did you really break up with me because you thought I should be with someone else?” You ask her and she sighs.

“Ya.” she says and takes a deep breath. “I was holding you back from everything you’ve wanted so I let you go so I wouldn’t be in the way because I love you and I want you to be happy, even if I had to watch someone else make you happy and give you what you want.” she tells you and her eyes slowly close and she falls asleep.

The rest of the car ride, you think about what she said. You’re honestly surprised by what she said. She thought she was doing something selfless for you, but instead just ended up hurting you both, she never meant to hurt you so much. And now you see the toll it’s taken on her to stick to her decision to try and make you happy. She’s willing to sacrifice her happiness for yours, you never thought anyone would do that for you.

As soon as you pull into her driveway, you gently wake her up. “Come on Melissa, you’re home, we should gotta get you to your bed and you can sleep comfortably, ok?” You tell her and she nods. She unbuckles herself but can’t open the door fully so you do that for her. You unlock her door with her key and you help bring her inside. You set her keys and purse at the door and you close and lock her door while she attempts to take her shoes off. You end up helping her with her shoes when she falls down and you help her back up and to her room. She falls on the bed when you get there and then you tuck her in, you go to leave after but she grabs your arm and you turn to face her.

“Will you stay with me?” She asks softly and you sigh.

“Ok, but only until you fall asleep.” You tell her and she nods. You get on the bed but stay on the covers instead of under and she wraps an arm around you. You admit that you do miss this and you miss her and her craziness. You turn around to face her and she’s still awake and looking at you.

“I do want you back, y/n.” She tells you and strokes your hair.

“What’s stopping you?” You ask her and she yawns and is slowly closing her eyes.

“The fact that you won’t be happy with me.” She says and falls asleep. You stay looking at her stunned and go over everything she’s told you, thinking that you weren’t you or she was dreaming. You then slowly crawl out from her hold on you and you replace it with a pillow so she doesn’t wake up.

A few hours later Melissa wakes up. She opens her eyes and realises she’s in her bed and has no idea what happened this week that well as she’s been so tired that the whole week has been a blur. She looks at her phone and sees that it’s 5:43pm and it’s Friday. She gets out of bed and hears some noises downstairs, she then grabs her bat and carefully goes downstairs. She gets to the middle of the stair when she sees you on the couch watching tv and she tilts her head and stares for a few seconds. She then continues down the stairs and you look over at her and chuckle.

“Were you planning on hitting me with a bat? You were friendlier when you were falling in and out of consciousness.” You tease her and she looks confused. “Do you remember anything from the end of the day to how you got home?” You ask her and she stares at you then shakes her head. “I found you asleep at your desk and then I drove you home. If you want I can drive you to the school parking lot to get your car and then go home.” You tell her, you don’t want to scare her if what she said while on the verge of sleep was true.

“You drove me home?” She tells you and you nod. “W-why?”

“Because I want to make sure you didn’t fall asleep at the wheel or stay at school overnight.” You simply say. “I bet you’re hungry since you also haven’t been eating, so I made you some mac n’ cheese.” You tell her and you go and get it.

“How do you know I haven’t been eating?” She asks when you reappear with a bowl.

“Cause you told me.” You tell her when you hand it to her and sit back on the couch. “Come sit.” You say as you pat the couch cushion.

“I wouldn’t tell anyone that.” She tells you as she obeys and goes to sit beside you on the couch.

“Wow you really don’t remember anything you told me.” You say and she freezes as she was about to take a bite.

“What do you mean?” She asks and takes a bite of the food.

“I mean we had a whole conversation while you kept falling asleep. In your classroom, my car and here, at your house.”

“What did I tell you?” She asks and prepares for the worst.

“Now I don’t want you to get freaked out ok? Cause you had no idea where you were or who I really was.” You tell her and that makes her feel worse.

“Y/n. What did I tell you.”

“You told me that you still love and miss me and you want me back.” You say and her eyes go wide. “You also told me the whole reason you let me go.” You add and she drops her fork. “And why you haven’t been sleeping, and you confessed that you’ve also barely ate in the past 4 days.” You finish and she’s just staring at you. After about 10 seconds she gets up and walks to the kitchen with her mac n’ cheese and you follow after her. She puts the bowl on the counter without much thought and she puts her hands in her hair. “Melissa?” You say to get her attention and she turns around looking scared and concerned. “What’s going on with you?”

“With me? It’s the fact that you weren’t supposed to know anything that I told you.” She tells you and she’s breathing hard like she’s on the verge of either a breakdown or lots of tears.

“Why? Because I’m just supposed to be happy with someone else as you suffer?” You tell her.

“YES!” She shouts and then looks surprised when she catches up with what you told her and what she confessed. “Since I already told you then I might as well say it. All those things that you want, you won’t get with me. But you will with someone else, someone else who wants to get married, have a family with you, wants to go out and be young and stupid with you. I don’t want those things anymore, and yes I do love you very much and do want you back. But I’m willing to put aside my happiness, if it means you get everything you want.” She tells you and you burst into tears, she immediately wraps her arms around you and hugs you. Your knees buckle and she guides you both to the floor gently and she keeps her arms around you the whole time. When you get to the floor, you place your head on her chest and she brings a hand to your head and strokes it soothingly.

You slow your crying down and sniffle a few times before you speak. “I don’t deserve you. You’re willing to give me everything at the expense of your own happiness. I really don’t deserve you.” You tell her.

“No, it’s me who doesn’t deserve you. You have been the bestest friend to me for 2 years before we got together, and after we got together you have shown me the best of love and care that I could ever ask for.” She tells you, and you look up at her and immediately kiss her. She automatically kisses you back before she has time to think. Once her brain catches up to what she’s doing, she doesn’t have the willpower to pull away, she used it all trying to stay away from you. Before she can register what she’s doing, she leans forward, bringing you back until you hit the floor of the kitchen. You make out on the kitchen floor for a good minute until you both pull away for air and you look at each other. Melissa suddenly is aware of what she did and she gets up before you could stop her and she scurries to the living room, you run after her.

“Melissa, would you stop running away from me!” You tell her and she’s turned away from you with her head down.

“You should leave y/n.” Is all she says and you walk up to her and spin her around.

“If you want me to leave then tell me while looking at me.” You say and she raises her eyes to your face and she’s crying.

“I can’t.” She says and you put your hands on her cheeks and wipe the tears away.

“Melissa, I want to be with you. If being with you means that I don’t get married, have kids or go to the bar every now and then with you then so be it. Because I’m only wanting to marry the right person, and that person is you. So if I’m with you or not, I’m not getting married. I don’t need kids to feel fulfilled, or to be able to say I have a family. I mean we can always get a pet like a dog, but you’re all the family I need. And I can go to the bars with my friends and be young and stupid with them from time to time if I really want.” You tell her and she starts crying even more.

“You shouldn’t have to sacrifice everything just to be with me.”

“Melissa, it’s not a sacrifice if what I’m getting is a life with you.” You tell her and you kiss her. Melissa immediately pulls back and looks at you, her hands on your head.

“Are you sure? You have to be 100% sure y/n.” She tells you and you think it over for all of 2 seconds and you nod your head.

“I’m 100% sure, I want to be with you Melissa.” You tell her and she smiles.

“I want to be with you too.” She says and this time she goes to kiss you. The kiss deepens and you start putting your hands all over her and you think you want to touch her skin and she’s wearing too much clothes, so you put your hands under her shirt. Melissa immediately pulls her shirt off so you can touch her and you unclip her bra and take it off. She’s always been the dominant one but at this moment, all you want to do is kiss her all over, so you walk forward until her back hits a wall and you go down to her neck and kiss and suck all over and she’s gasping under you. You then travel down to her chest and leave kisses all over until you attach your mouth to her nipples and start to suck and lick them.

She’s bucking her hips under you and you know she’s not far away from pulling all her clothes off herself and guiding you inside of her. You’re working on her second nipple when she pushes you off and guides you to your knees. You go immediately into submissive like always and you pull her pants and underwear off. Melissa leans back against the wall and spreads her legs a little further so you can put your mouth there.

You attach your mouth to her clit and she starts bucking her hips right away and you pin her to the wall. Her hands go to your hair and she’s gasping and moaning at your touch. “Oh god, Y/n, that feels so good baby.” She says and when you know she’s getting close, you pull away and stand up. You push your body into hers and immediately insert two fingers in her and put your thumb on her clit. “God Y/N, I missed you so much.” She says and kisses you. She’s so close as she starts shaking but she doesn’t pull away from your lips like she usually does, you aren’t complaining though, you missed her as well and you’re enjoying kissing her again.

She comes not long after she starts shaking but you don’t stop, you keep fingering her and circling her clit and she lets out a high pitched gasp. “Oh god baby, yes, omg, don’t stop.” She says as she pulls away from your lips and gives into the over sensitivity.

She comes again not too long after the first and then you withdraw your fingers and put them in your mouth to lick them. She looks at you as you lick your fingers and you moan and that’s when she takes action. She picks you up and brings you to the couch, you’re so glad that she decided to remove the plastic as this wouldn’t be comfortable. She put you so you’re sitting in the middle with your back resting on the back of the couch. She starts kissing and sucking your neck and pulls your shirt off. She unclips your bra and yanks it off right after then immediately brings her mouth to a nipple. You’re moaning and gasping under her and she smiles as she’s so happy that she’s back with you, she’s fully aware of how lucky she is right now and she won’t take it for granted. She takes more time on your nipples then she usually does and your patience is running thin as you’re dripping wet and you have a strong ache between your legs.

“Melissa, please, I need you inside of me, please.” You tell her and she pulls back from your chest and smiles at you. She gives a quick kiss on your lips then leaves a trail of kisses from your chest all the way to the top of your pants. She quickly removes your pants and underwear, spreads your legs, leaves a few kisses on each thigh and then attaches her mouth to your entrance. You gasp as soon as her hot wet tongue is where you need her the most and she starts moving her tongue all over your entrance before entering her tongue in you. You moan as she starts sliding her tongue in and out of you and you're holding onto her hair for dear life. You start grinding into her mouth to try and get more friction so you can come and for once she lets you keep doing it, normally she would pin you down when you start grinding. Even in the middle of amazing pleasure, that fact is not lost on you, you notice it immediately then start to think of everything else she’s done differently.

She kept kissing you when she was about to come and even when she came, when she usually pulls away as you love to hear her when she comes. She let you keep fingering her after she came and it seemed like she needed it as well, she only lets you make her come once as she usually ends up grinding your thigh when fingering you as she loves to watch you and it turns her on. She spent more time on your nipples then she usually does, to the point that you begged her to continue, and now letting you grind against her mouth. You put it all together and came to the conclusion, she’s letting you do whatever you want and making sure you feel good as she feels guilty. You reluctantly pull her mouth away and she looks at you confused,

“What is it baby?” She asks and her lips and chin is covered in your juices.

“Stop doing things differently, you don’t have to feel guilty ok. I feel really special about why you did what you did. No one has ever been willing to sacrifice their own happiness for mine.” You tell her and she smiles shyly.

“Of course, I’d do anything for you.” She tells you and you lean in closer to her.

“Then stop fucking me differently and start being yourself again.” You tell her and something flickers in her eyes before she pushes your head back to lean on the back of the couch then dives down to your clit and starts licking and sucking on it. Your fingers are still in her hair and you start grinding against her again, but this time she does pin your hips down. Then she does something she’s never done before, she snakes her hands around your hips and hooks her hands on your ass then pulls you up a bit and that gives her a perfect angle with your clit and you gasp her name out as you come.

She then immediately comes up and positions herself so her clit is on your thigh and she slides a finger in you and you moan as she starts sliding it in and out of you slowly. She then adds two more fingers and starts going faster while her thumb is on your clit and she brings her mouth near your ear.

“Unfortunately the strap is upstairs and I don’t have the patience to go get it, so we’ll have to make do with my fingers.” she says then adds a fourth and you cry out.

“OH MY GOD!!” You cry out as she fills you up with her fingers then her mouth goes to your neck and so much pleasure is coursing through you right now and you feel like moving but her grinding on your thigh is preventing you from doing that. So you do something else that will help stabilise you, you put your hands on her boobs and squeeze them. You don’t feel like that’s enough so you wrap an arm around her back and pull her into you more.

“Ooo” She says as she’s caught off guard by your actions. You come again about 5 seconds later and she doesn’t stop, she just keeps going until you come again and again and then you pull her away.

“Melissa, I can’t take anymore.” You tell her and she nods and gently pulls each finger out at a time.

“Sorry I got lost in the moment.” She tells you and you smile but your body is shaking from the amount of times you came. She notices and then goes to your side and brings you both to lay down while she cuddles you to give your body the chance to calm down. You turn around in her arms then nuzzle your head on her neck and chest and she holds you tighter. “It’s ok baby, I got you, and I don’t plan on going anywhere again.” She tells you and you only nod as you’re falling asleep. She notices that you fell asleep and she gently strokes your hair. “I promise I won’t leave you again.” She whispers to you. “I won’t make that mistake again.” She says and presses a kiss to your forehead.

*3 years later*

You and Melissa are both standing in front of the house as you unlock it then Melissa grabs your waist before you walk in and she pushes the door open.

“What are you doing Mel?” You ask her as you’re smiling at her and she smiles at you.

“Well shouldn’t I carry my bride across the threshold?” She asks you and then picks you up bridal style and you let out a small squeal and then she carries you inside then gently puts you down. She wraps her arms around your waist and you lean into her touch and she puts lays her chin on your shoulder. You both then hold out your left hands and smile at the ring on both your third finger.

Melissa kisses your neck and then your puppy comes running in and Kristen Marie running after her. You and Melissa decided to adopt a little puppy a few months ago and you both are really happy with your lives now. Melissa re-thought her decision about getting married and proposed to you a year and a half ago, much to your surprise. Then you both agreed on adopting a dog and Melissa named her Bella. Kristen Marie takes Bella out one more time before leaving her with you guys.

“Are you still alright with the fact that we got married?” You ask her.

“Oh, it’s more than alright baby. Cause I got to marry you, my happily ever after.” She tells you and you both kiss.

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thesapphictimelady · 1 month

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Ad Astra Per Aspera Chapter 5

Word count: 1.8K

TW: Implied domestic and verbal abuse

A/N: This is not proofread at all and I am slightly drunk so please excuse any typos and formatting errors! I hope you all love it and please comment! Tell me what you like and dislike! I have no idea what’s gonna happen next so I’m also open to ideas! The next thing I write will not be a part of this series but I hope you all will love it just as much!

“Is that-”

“Jenny.” Cassie whispered, “Yeah,”

“How did she-”

“I don’t know,” Cassie said, “I didn’t tell her where I moved to. I don’t know how she found me.”

Melissa gently embraced the shaking girl, “It’s okay. Listen, I’m gonna go to your apartment and grab you some clothes. And then…and then you can stay at my place until we sort this out.”

“Ms. Schemmenti I couldn’t impose-”

“You aren’t. It’s gonna be okay, Cassiopeia. We’ll sort this out.”

“I-I should call the cops-”

“No,” Melissa cut in, “Nothing good ever came from getting them involved. I’ll take care of it. I’m gonna have Barb take you to my house while I get your stuff,”

“No!” Cassie said, “I-I want to come with you.”

“Hon, are you sure? We don’t know if she’s still there or not.”

“Please?”

Melissa sighed, wiping a stray tear from the young woman’s cheek, “Okay. Okay, you can come. Let me go make our excuses with Ava.”

“Won’t we get in trouble for leaving early?”

“It’s a teacher workday. Things are more relaxed. Besides, Ava doesn’t care if we’re here or not. Get your stuff together and make a list of what you want to grab so we can be in and out quickly.”

Cassie nodded and the older woman left the room, her heeled boots clicking on the floor. She looked down at her phone and shuddered, quickly closing the photo and powering her phone off. Cassie stood and grabbed a piece of construction paper and a colored pencil from one of the shelves to start making a list of things to grab.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Barbara said, leaning on the doorframe, “Is everything okay? Melissa looked a bit ruffled when she passed my classroom.”

“Yeah, everything’s fine!” Cassie said quickly, “She just went to talk to Ava! She’ll be back.”

Barbara stepped into the room and lowered her voice, “Are you sure you’re okay? Your hands are shaking.”

“I-” Cassie paused and bit her lip, “It’s…it’s complicated. But Ms. Schemmenti is very kind and she’s helping me out.”

“Well, I’m glad Melissa is there for you. She seems to have developed a soft spot for you! If you ever need anything else, Gerald and I are happy to help.”

“I couldn’t possibly ask-”

“You aren’t asking, I’m offering. Really, Cassiopeia, you deserve love and kindness,” Barbara stepped forward and wrapped the younger woman into a hug.

Cassie froze and then the floodgates opened and she was sobbing into Barb’s shoulder.

“I’m just so scared, Mrs. Howard!” she sobbed.

“Oh, sweetheart, it’ll be okay! Melissa and I are going to take care of you!”

“Hey kid, you got your list…” Melissa trailed off as she entered the room and saw Cassiopeia wrapped in Barb’s arms, “What happened?”

“I hugged her and she just broke down. She says she’s scared.”

Melissa crossed the room quickly, picking up Cassie’s phone to make sure there wasn’t anything from Jenny. Once she was satisfied, she started gathering their things into her arms.

“Cassiopeia and I are leaving early. Something came up.”

“Melissa, is there something you want to tell me?” Barbara said, eyeing her over the top of Cassie’s head.

“I think it’s better you didn’t know,” Melissa said, gently coaxing Cassie out of Barbara’s embrace, “I don’t think you’d approve.”

“Melissa Schemmenti…” Barb started.

“Drop it Barb. Listen, I’ll call you tonight, okay? You can be mad at me all ya want but just trust me.”

Cassie sniffled and wiped her eyes, “Bye, Mrs. Howard.”

Barbara’s expression softened and she smiled sadly at her, “Bye, sweetheart. I’ll see you on Monday. And my offer still stands, okay? I’m a phone call away.”

Cassiopeia nodded and let Melissa guide her out of the classroom, down the hall, and out of the building.

“Do any of these cars belong to Jenny?” Melissa asked, pulling into a parking spot.

Cassie looked around and shook her head, “I don’t recognize any of them.”

“You got your list?”

Cassie held it up and Melissa grabbed it out of her hand and unbuckled, reaching behind her seat and pulling out a baseball bat.

“Stay here, I’ll go get everything.”

“Okay first, no, I’m coming with you. And second, WHY do you have a baseball bat in your car? And…please tell me that’s rust.”

“Yeah…rust. Let’s go with that,” Melissa said, making a mental note to wash her baseball bats later, “Are you sure you want to go inside?”

“Ms. Schemmenti, I haven’t unpacked anything. Even I don’t know where half of this stuff is. It’ll be easier if I come with.”

“Fine. Okay, but give me the keys. I’m going in first.”

Cassie dug her keys out of her bag and handed them over. Together, they walked up to the front door, which stood slightly ajar.

“Guess I don’t need these,” Melissa tossed the keys to Cassie, readied her bat and pushed the door the rest of the way open with her boot.

The apartment was quiet and dark. Melissa flicked the lights on and grimaced. All the glass in the apartment had been smashed and littered around and the words “Worthless Bitch” were carved into the wall and doused in red paint. Cassie pushed in front of her and grabbed a duffel bag, dumping the contents on the floor and walking around the room, careful to avoid the glass.

Melissa lowered her bat cautiously once she was sure no one was inside and went to the kitchen to grab the groceries she had left there. Her pizza dough sat untouched but she tossed it in the trash can just to be safe.

“She wouldn’t have poisoned that,” Cassie said softly, shoving a blanket into her duffel, “It’s not her style.”

“Not mine either,” Melissa muttered, going to help Cassie, “You don’t need a blanket kid. What, you think I’m gonna make ya sleep on the floor?”

Cassie blushed, “I-I didn’t know where I’d be sleeping,”

“I have a guest room. You just need clothes and toiletries. I’ve got everything else.”

Cassie paused and looked up at the redhead, “How long…”

“As long as you need to,” Melissa said, grabbing some random clothing items from a box, “I don’t care if it’s a day or a month. You’re not living here until Jenny is taken care of.”

“Taken care of? What is this, The Sopranos?” Cassie joked.

“Until she leaves town,” Melissa said, “Or until we find you a new apartment.”

“I can’t afford anything else…”

“Then I’ll help you. I’m gonna keep ya safe, kid. I’ll always catch you, remember?”

Cassie smiled softly and zipped her duffel bag, “Thank you, Ms. Schemmenti.”

“Cassiopeia, call me Melissa,”

“Thank you, Melissa.”

“You’re welcome. Now get back in the car. I’ll lock up.”

“Hey,” Melissa said, parking the car in her driveway, “Are you doing okay? I mean, your apartment…”

“Think I’ll get my security deposit back?” Cassie joked.

“Kid…”

“I’m okay, Melissa. It’s not the first time she’s done something like that. It’s better to just let her throw her tantrum. I’m less likely to get hurt that way.”

“Cassiopeia, this…you know this isn’t okay, right?”

Cassie shrugged, fiddling with the strap of her duffel bag, “It’s the way it’s always been,”

“That doesn’t make it okay though!”

“Can we please go inside? I-It’s been a long day.”

Melissa sighed and lead the younger woman up to the house.

“Melissa, this is…wow, your house is gorgeous!”

“It’s nothing really,” Melissa said, dropping her keys into a bowl and locking the door.

Cassie laughed, “I haven’t seen a plastic covered couch in years!”

“Yeah well, sometimes people spill and it’s easier to clean!” Melissa said defensively, taking the duffel bag out of Cassie’s hands, “Let me show you the guest room. It’s…it’s a little messy right now. I’ll change the sheets before you go to bed.”

The two women climbed the stairs, Cassie smiling at the family photos lining the walls. Melissa pushed open a door and set down the duffel bag.

“I’ll be right back,” she said, walking further down the hall to open a closet and retrieve fresh sheets.

Cassie set to work stripping the bed and then helped the older woman remake it, tucking the sheets in tightly.

“My room is right down the hall,” Melissa said, pulling her hair into a ponytail, “If you need anything tonight, and i mean anything, just come wake me up.”

“I’m not going to…”

“Kid, I wouldn’t offer if I didn’t mean it. Anything.” Cassie nodded, unzipping her duffel bag to retrieve something to sleep in. It was still light out, but the two women had hardly slept the night before.

“Bathroom is right next door,” Melissa said before closing the door so Cassie could change.

Once she had changed into a tank top and shorts, she took her bag of toiletries to the bathroom and set to work removing all of the makeup she had put on that morning. All the concealer on her neck was wiped clean and she winced slightly when she touched the bruises there.

Melissa knocked on the door softly, “Hon, I just wanted to let you know I’m heading to bed. I didn’t actually sleep at all last night. The doors are all locked and if you need ANYTHING, you come and wake me up.”

Cassiopeia opened the door and Melissa winced at the sight of the bruises on her neck.

“Thank you, Melissa. It means a lot that you’re letting me stay here.”

“Of course. If you get cold, there’s more blankets in the closet at the end of the hall. G’night.”

Melissa headed into her room, closing the door behind her and Cassie headed into the guest room, flipping off the lights and climbing into the bed.

An hour later, sleep was still not coming. She didn’t want to admit it, but after finding out that Jenny had found her, she was terrified. She tossed and turned, she practiced all of her breathing exercises, but the panic attack that had been brewing all evening was closing in on her.

Biting back a sob, she threw back the blankets and curled up on the cold wood floor, trying to ground herself. She knew she was safe, she knew Jenny didn’t know where she was now, yet her brain was still in overdrive.

Another hour of silent sobs passed and she finally decided enough was enough. She crept out of her room and down the hall to Melissa’s room. Slowly, she pushed the door open and tiptoed into the room.

The redhead was snoring softly and Cassie didn’t want to wake her. Instead she climbed into bed with her and laid her head on the pillows. They smelled like vanilla and the faint menthol scent that had lingered in Melissa’s car and…

Cassie frowned, feeling under the pillow and then snorted out a laugh.

“Do you really keep a baseball bat under your pillow?”

Melissa rolled over and hummed sleepily, “What you mean you don’t?”

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jessicaslittlelovesickmess · 1 year

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Mothers best friend with Schemmenti I beg you!!!

Watch me

Pairing: Mbf! Melissa Schemmenti x Fem!Reader

Warning: homophobic mum, tattoos, cursing, bitch mum, hot Melissa, tramp stamps, arguing, let me know if I’ve left anything out

Word count: 887

You and Melissa walked hand in hand downtown as you glanced at the shops you passed. A tattoo shop that was still lit up caught your attention, halting suddenly Melissa looked at you confused before you pointed.

"You want a tattoo?" She asked, they had always enticed you but you had always been too scared to get one in case you had regretted it. You nodded biting your bottom lip with a toothy grin "You wouldn't dare" she laughed "Too much of a good girl, what would your mommy say?" She teased.

She had a point, you lived to please your mother and her judgmental ways almost begging her to love you. Melissa had been her best friend since you had turned eighteen, she had even been invited to the party.

You squinted your eyes a bit before she added "What would you even get Tesoro?" Melissa added softly. "That exactly!" You smiled with a small giddy gasp "What?" She knitted her brows together confused "Tesoro".

"Naughty girl" she laughed leaning into you "getting the nickname that only I call you" brushing her nose under your ear.

That night you had saved their number on your phone and called once Melissa had left your apartment.

The following Wednesday you went in and got not only one but two tattoos both with meaning you knew you wouldn't regret.

Saturday was the next time you had seen the redhead at your family dinner "Tesoro, can you be a dear and please get me another beer?" She pouted. "Don't you dare!" Your Aunt Tony laughed "You told me to piss off and get my own!" She gasped.

"Fine. I'll get you one too" you chuckled with a little shake of your head as you wandered off into the kitchen. Once you had left your mother turned to the woman, wine in hand as she asked "Why do you call her Tesoro?".

Melissa only shrugged "Tesoro means treasure so it only makes sense cause she's golden, Y'know that" she spoke with an airy voice. "She's almost twenty-five and still isn't married let alone dating. I was married to her father and already had her by her age. There ain't nothing golden about that girl".

The redhead licked her teeth trying to tone down some of her arising rage "It was different back then Joanne, you and I both know it". Your mother only scoffed before ranting on about how kids these days were too sensitive "Boys are fawning over her at the church but she just brushes them off".

Joanne leant in "I'm scared she might be one of those lesbians" She nodded her head as if it was a disgrace. "And I'm not having my only daughter- my only child being one of them" and that was enough for Aunt Tony to excuse herself to go see what's taking you so long.

"Tesoro?" She teased running her fingers along the bottom of your back where your shirt had risen. Quickly you snapped up from the bottom of the fridge "Is that what the kids are doing these days? Getting tramp stamps of names given by their parent's best friends?" Tony chuckled.

"Maybe" you spoke holding your head high "Don't worry, I got one for your Aunt Jess too. It's normal that people to get tattoos for their partners, I don't judge baby" the woman placed a gentle hand on your upper arm.

Your mother had always believed the two had just been "good friends" Tony was your dad's sister. Jess had been a nurse in the nineties when she meet your Aunt after an ugly bar fight.

"There's another tattoo, Mel hasn't seen them yet- she doesn't know that I got it done" you mumbled. You can hear the yells of both unsupervised women before Melissa storms into the kitchen gripping your wrist and dragging you out of the house.

Stopping at the front door she turned back around "And if you ever do try that, and I mean ever. You best believe I'll shove my foot so far up your bitchy prestigious ass that you'll be tasting the leather of my heeled boots for months. Y/n is a grown fucking woman who I'm sure is capable of picking her own choice of lover, not some boy just learning about boobs!"

You had zoned out after that, focusing on Melissa's face as she defended you- how hot she looked doing it. The heat pooled in the pit of your stomach as your breathing got heavy "I think you should get going" Tony nodded to the door.

Melissa huffed before taking her leave, grip still tight on your wrist as she led you to the car. "God that was hot" you breathed out as she slammed your front door, pushing her against it as she pulled your shirt off.

Melissa stilled bringing her hand up softly to caress the area above your left breast, two lipstick mark tattoos. More specifically they were Melissa's lipstick marks that she had left you with that morning before she rushed to work. "Forever and always" she mumbles reading the line underneath leaving goosebumps in her wake.

"Wait till you see the treasure in the back" you winked turning to walk to your bedroom, Melissa's breath hitched "You naughty girl" she smirked before running after you.

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About Sophia Hill

Sophia Hill. More things will be added to this.

Full Birth Name: Sophia Mimi Hill

Full Name: Sophia Mimi Schemmenti nee Hill.

Maiden Name is Hill.

She is Jacob’s sister and they have an older sister called Amber Isabelle Hill.

She loves Melissa and Melissa loves her. Melissa is protective of her.

Sophia is the one who carries her and Melissa’s children. She is mommy, Melissa is Mama or Mama Mel.

She has a group of best friends. Simone, Ellie and Bethany are three of them.

Her best friend from the Abbott crew is Janine.

She is a choir teacher.

She’s a lesbian. Her and Jacob call themselves the LGSU (Lesbian Gay Siblings Union).

Her and Melissa got married on Christmas Day.

Sophia wore a white dress with some red.

Melissa wore a red suit.

Melissa’s maid of honour was Barbara, Sophia’s was Janine and her friend Simone.

Melissa proposed to her on Valentines Day.

Sophia is a pillow princess.

She has autism. Loud noises like fire alarms and fireworks freak her out.

She bought Melissa a fire truck model with the Eagles logo on it.

She dresses smartly in suits at work but dresses and skirts are more her style.

She loves watching her wife watch the Eagles. And she thinks the Eagles mascot is cute so Melissa bought her an Eagles mascot plushie.

#sophia hill #Abbott oc sophia hill #melissa schemmenti x sophia hill

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jeridandridge · 6 months

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Hey sweetheart! Can I request a oneshot where Melissa comes home from work and finds out that Sophia had a bad day (someone yelled at her or something like that) and Mel takes care of her and makes sure she is loved?

Im so happy people like Sophia 🥲 this is a quick little thing, trying to dip my toes back into fanfic.

A Long Day

Sophia is ready to go home. The ice machine had broken, the security system had a software malfunction, she sliced her palm open, and now one of the creepy regulars that can’t take a hint is bothering her. She’s happy there’s camera and her cousin is in the kitchen at least.

“Cmon, Sophie. You’ll give in eventually.” The slime ball smirks from across the counter door. He was an annoying guy that would come in and bother her every so often, ending with her uncle Eduardo kicking him out. Now that he’s gone the man doesn’t care.

Sophia rests her arms on the counter giving him a smile that dares him to try something.

“In your dreams. Now get outta here before I give my girlfriend a call.” She grins knowing that’ll get him to leave. Sure enough, the smirk on his face drops and he lets out a sigh. “You’ll say yes one day, De Luca.”

After dropping a bowl of cake icing not even ten minutes later, Sophia lets out a growl. “That’s it! I’m going home. Tony, lock up!” She tells her younger cousin as she throws her apron on the counter storming to the back office to get her things.

Unlocking the front door Melissa comes in with a smile setting her bags down after a long day at Abbott.

“Soph, are you awake?”

Kicking her boots off she flicks on the kitchen light knowing Sophia’s home from work by now. Her car is in the driveway, but the usual sounds of the record player going or the tv playing are no where to be heard.

Going up the stairs Melissa moves quietly through the hall opening the bedroom door. Seeing her girlfriend curled up underneath the fuzzy blanket she smiles softly moving to sit on the edge of the bed.

Sophia looks distressed even asleep, her brows crinkled and her lips in a pout. Melissa carefully lifts her bandaged hand growing concerned.

“Amore,” she hums running her fingers through brown curls. gently stroking her cheek with her thumb she leans in kissing her forehead.

Sophia stirs with a grumble, smiling when she realizes her girlfriend is home.

“Nice nap, amore?” Melissa chuckles.

“I needed it. I had a day from hell.”

“I guessed that,” she nods carefully running her finger over the bandage. “What happened?”

“Oh that? That’s the least of my issues from today.” Sophia huffs sitting up revealing one of Melissa’s Abbott sweatshirts.

“After the water ice machine broke and the security system called the emergency service for the company, I broke a plate. Me being me I picked up the shards instead of sweeping.”

“You gotta be careful, hon. You’re always movin too fast in there.” Melissa hums.

“I didn’t even tell you what made me leave early.” She smiles, “but you gotta promise you’re not gonna leave me and commit a crime.”

Melissa quirks a brow. “Depends what it is.”

“Jackass came in again but I scared him pretty good.”

“That guy came in again?” Melissa fumes sitting up straighter. Melissa had the unfortunate pleasure of meeting the man Sophia dubbed as jackass, early on in their relationship he decided to come in one day while Melissa was picking up an order. It took everything Sophia had to hold Mel back.

“I told him I’d call you up there. Pretty sure he peed a little.” She jokes.

Melissa rolls her eyes reaching up to cup her cheek. “I’m sorry you had such a bad day, Tesoro. I’ll make us some dinner and we can relax.”

“That’s sounds nice, gimme a kiss first.” She beams pulling the redhead in closer. When their lips meet in a sweet kiss she lets out a content sigh as Melissas fingers move through her hair.

Reluctantly pulling back Melissa pecks her lips once more with a smile.

“Cmon, sweatshirt thief.”

#abbott elementary #lisa ann walter #wlw #melissa schemmenti x oc #Melissa x sophia #Melissa Schemmenti

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the-bad-batch · 1 year

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love yr mel fics!!!! cannot get enough

You’re very sweet!! I’ve got one coming and I think it involves an underground sex club so that’ll be interesting…

#melissa schemmenti x reader #Melissa Schemmenti x OC

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mandy-asimp · 3 months

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Fast lane

Melissa Schemmenti x oc!racer

Smut, language, there's a fire accident at a point but other than that it's like mostly wholesome

Happy Fri-YAY🥳

It was close to Valentine's Day, the holiday would fall on a Saturday, and the school was buzzing with hearts.

The red head sat in the teachers lounge on her phone. Her eyes focusing on the text that was sent not too long ago. A geeky smile on her face.

A picture of her girlfriend in the airport with a

'good morning' text following under.

Melissa's girlfriend was constantly flying but also had long breaks in between. After all, being a famous NASCAR driver had its pros and cons.

How the two met is a story she has waited for someone to ask her about.

Melissa was with family when it happened. She was walking around trying to find anywhere to get food from when she realized she was lost. Her first instinct was to ask the first person in sight.

Which just happened to be Phoebe Stern. A new driver who was about to have her first race.

The nervousness must've really shown as Melissa met her eyes. Suddenly coming to the others aid and trying to get her to take deep breaths. "You're ok, just breathe hun. Deep breath in....and out..." she had coaxed the young woman.

After a few minutes she had calmed down and finally really looked at the woman. Meeting soft green eyes that could tell stories for days. "What's got you so worked up, huh?" Her voice. It's wasn't what the racer was expecting but it matched almost perfectly.

"It's my first race. My big debut. What if I'm not all I'm cracked up to be? What if I do so bad?" The younger began to panic again. Feeling hot tears burn her eyes.

"Hey, you're ok! You will go out there and do your absolute best. You are about to make history as the youngest female NASCAR driver. You're doing great so far, so you'll go out there and give it your absolute best. Plus you already have fans cheering you on." She reassured Phoebe. Carefully, she wiped away the spilled tears with a huge smile.

Phoebe couldn't help but feel warms don't I fly at the action. How that smile captivated her and gave her motivation to do everything in her will to win the race. The woman was her motivation. For what reason, she didn't know, but it felt right.

"Thank you, really. It's nice to know there's still people out there who care for others. I'm Phoebe, but you already knew that." She held out her hand, waiting for the other to shake it. Slightly smiling when the red head had.

"Melissa, and of course. Now, do you know where Ican get any food?" She changed the topic. Looking around a bit for any stand.

Phoebe couldn't help but let out a laugh. "There was a pizza stand just over there. The line was dragging though. But if you want, I can have Stephen to my locker room and we had a little pre-race buffet. There's still food left, feel free to help yourself really. Least I could do." The brunette offered. Her smile showing nothing but honesty and purity. "It'll also get you more for free and before the race starts."

Just then a manager came up to rush her away.

Whispering a 'let's go' before trying to usher her out to the car for a few pre-race interviews.

However, Phoebe in a quick manner rushed over to Stephen. Whispering in his ear and smiling at the woman before running off to the blue race car.

That was only their first interaction. Their second was less frantic. And more digital.

Later that night, after hours of celebrating Phoebe's first race and first win, she had gotten drunker than known. Leaving the party at nearly four in the morning in a cab back to her hotel.

Sending out a few gibberish texts and crashing.

Melissa was just waking up at the time, furrowing her brows at the unknown number but reading (trying to read) the few texts. Picking out that they were compliments of sorts and giving a sleepy smile.

She sent a few text back, mostly talking about taking care of the hangover that's going to happen and to text her when whoever it was wasn't drunk and could actually get out a full sentence. Obviously she sent it in a nicer way, with a few nicknames here and there.

Once Phoebe woke up, she immediately apologized. Mostly for getting her number without actually asking her.

That was all nearly eight years ago. Now the Daytona 500 was coming up once more. Phoebe was heading down a few days early for a lot of press events. Melissa would head down the Friday before the race.

"I think nascar is a fun thing, I wish I could attend a race once. Just to see the Wonder Woman of racing, Phoebe Stern. She's trying to bet someone's record, just don't know who's." Janine practically hopped into the teachers lounge. Acknowledging all the other teachers in the room with her cheery smile.

"Isn't it Josh something?" Gregory guessed from making his coffee.

Jacob shook his head, "No it's another female right?" He pulled out his phone, ready to look up the answer.

Before he even put in his password, Melissa chirped, "she's trying to beat Jimmie Johnson. He's won like seven Daytona races, but she has years to catch up."

The room was silent, "Melissa, I didn't take you for a NASCAR fan?" Janine sounded confused.

Loving when melissa would slightly open up about herself.

"There's a lot you don't know about me kid. I've been a fan of NASCAR for, I dunno, eight maybe nine years? Never miss a race." She hummed, going back to her phone and minding her own business.

The rest of the conversation she tuned out and just texted back and forth with her girlfriend. Attempting to school her features from showing anything In front of her colleagues.

"What about you Melissa? What are your plans for Valentines? Any special someone you'll be having?" Janine called out to the woman, breaking her away from her phone.

"Well the Daytona race is Valentines weekend and I already planned to go." She shortly answered.

"If Melissa did have any big plans, I'm sure Barb knows all about them." Ava came in. A dirty smile playing at her lips. "So come on Barb, spill her secrets!"

Barb had a look of 'are you serious' on her face. "I wouldn't dare tell someone else's business. If Melissa wanted us to know what she was doing, she would tell us. She hasn't mentioned anyone t me though," the kindergarten teacher let out. Moving from the table before anything could happen to her.

"Melissa, no offense, but you gotta get out there.

You're starting to seem like a prude." Ava had a disappointed look as she left the room. Other teachers following as their lunches came to an end.

Melissa sending out a few more text before leaving as well to get her class from gym. She was minding her own, rereading a few text, when she could hear Janine running up on her. "No Janine I will not be talking about my plans for the weekend. What I do outside of school is not your business nor should you want it to be."

"Ok, but I was going to ask more about this Daytona race?" Janine finally caught up. Walking alongside the other teacher eager for answers. "I mean really how did you get tickets? They sold out within the hour. Not to forget how expensive the whole trip is."

"I know a guy." Was all she answered with and ended the conversation. "If you still like it next year, maybe I'll get you a ticket to come with and you can bring Jacob. Sound like a deal?"

"Deal!" She squealed and ran off. Eager to tell the other of the offer.

Melissa shook her head but continued with her day. Counting down the days till she was on her mini break.

And after a few days that felt like eternity, it was finally Friday.

It was an hour before the day had ended and Melissa had sent her kids off to art class. Her phone began ringing and she didn't need to look to see who it was.

"And what do I owe this honor?" She teased.

"Yeah, yeah, I wanted to let you know that Mikayla will be stopping by the house to grab your bags, then to get you from work to take you to the airport. She's agreed to watch the house while we're gone and to get us once we're back home. I also told her to grab you an airport outfit. I figured you wore either those sexy black pants or a pair of jeans that make you look even sexier." The voice of her girlfriend played in her ear. Lighting up her day by just the sound of her voice.

Melissa let out a soft hum. "You really know how to flatter a woman. And I did wear my sexy black pants. They looked nice with my pink top and boots." She described lightly what her outfit looked like. Yet she knew Phoebe already knew exactly what the outfit looked like.

"I love that outfit on you. Sad I can't be there to see it on you and take it off," she hummed, only to go silent after. Fiddling around with something in the hotel room.

Melissa listened, hoping to figure out what she was messing with. "Hun? You still there?" She broke into the silence. Getting a distant hum from the other end of the line. "Pheebs? What are you doing that had you so distracted?"

"Oh just some papers for the race tomorrow, just a few waivers so if anything goes wrong." The brunette simply answered. Phoebe had lied right through her teeth. In her hand was the rings she had bought for Melissa.

Watching as the moss agate and diamonds shined in the light. A giddy smile pulling at her lips.

"You know I don't like when you say that. Nothing will go wrong and you'll be fine." Melissa huffed. She really hated when Phoebe would mention those waivers. Yes it was always a possibility but not one she liked to hear or think of for an even a second. It worried her how Phoebe was always so calm with what she does.

"I can't wait to see you tonight." Phoebe let out, changing the topic entirely. Feeling an overwhelming sense of happiness to see her girlfriend again. Putting the ring back in her bag and putting it back in the corner.

Melissa felt loved at those words. The thought of someone waiting for her just did things she couldn't explain. Especially after Joe when she was so young. She never thought she would get the chance of love again. But here was this young racer who had millions of people dying to take her out, and she chose a second grade teacher.

Melissa knew Phoebe loved her deeply. It was in the words that would be said, the amount of emotion in her voice, the looks she would only give to Melissa. Even after all the ups and downs, Phoebe never once thought of leaving her side. Always there to reassure any bad thought that could come to Melissa's mind.

"Only a few more hours, hun. Then I'll watch you win and we'll go out to celebrate," the red head put the phone on speaker on her desk. Sorting out her last hour before the day ended. "What are your plans for the rest of the day?"

"Well I have a press conference to talk about how I feel about my eighth Daytona race. Questions are probably going to be if I think I'll win, if I'll be able to beat the record finally, what training I've been doing, questions about other drivers. I'll save my cocky smile because there's always a chance I won't win no matter how good I think I am. But then I have an early dinner planned with a few racers. Then l'll be back before you arrive at the hotel to greet you." Phoebe summarized the rest of her day. Leaning back to fall onto the bed, letting out a huff.

Melissa couldn't help the laugh, "sounds like a hard, hard day." She teased. A groan being her answer. "It's only a few more hours. Then you have a long, long, season to play out."

"Don't remind me!" Phoebe cried, covering her face with her hands. There was another short silence.

"Pheebs?"

"I think I'm ready to be done after this season." She quietly confessed.

"What?" Melissa froze in her seat. Picking up the phone to her ear. "What do you mean?"

"Ten out of the twelve months I'm gone racing. I hardly get to see you. I'm coming close to thirty-five and I've spent my twenties well. I've traveled the world, did what I love, but now I want to be with who I love. You've supported me since the first race I ever did, now it's my turn to come support you." Phoebe was quiet while explaining.

Staring up to the ceiling as she thought about life after.

"But what about beating the record?" Melissa questioned. Wanting to know where this suddenly came from. "You love racing, hun. I love watching you race."

"I've already made history. Nobody's won seven Daytona races in a row. I train and train, but I'm ready to give up my throne to another young racer. Next year there's supposed to be the next me coming in. And I've watched her race, I've raced with her, I've taught her. She's ready to take my number and I'm ready to give it to her. My legacy is getting carried on, and I know that." Phoebe stretched out.

Melissa thought for a moment. "What ever you choose hun, I will be your biggest fan and your number one fan." She reassured. "But I have to go, have to go get my class. I'll see you tonight though angel. I love you."

"Alrighty, I love you too Mel. I'll see you in a few hours." Phoebe ended the call, almost instantly rolling over to burry her face and take a quick nap.

Melissa sat still for only a moment, processing the news. A part of her was so overjoyed to hear it all, but also sad to know that the goal was almost completed.

Meanwhile Phoebe was being ambushed to get ready for the press. A light touch up being done to her hair and makeup. The outfit being laid out on the bed.

If there was anything Phoebe didn't expect from the dream, was becoming a fashion influence. It only happened because she wore her race jacket out one day and everyone thought it was a fashion statement. She let them go with it anyways and decided to start a collection of race jackets to wear. They kept her warm during the

seasons.

"You know, they're gonna ask about your girlfriend. After you posted that little anniversary thing back in January. Everyone's been trying to get you on talk shows for it." Stephen walked in, handing the lemon water over.

"Thank you, and yeah probably. I mean I've been dating her for over five years now. In a few days she'll be my finance hopefully." She took a sip of the drink, humming in approval. "You've never failed to make my lemon water taste just right."

"I've been your manager since you were a child. Of course I know how to keep you pleased. Plus the new you.." he trailed off moving around to start getting things tidied up.

Phoebe huffed. "She's going through something right now. I'll talk to her tomorrow anyways, she's watching next to you today. I mean after this season, she's the one who you'll have to talk through a press, not to forget races. So be patient with her. You were with me, and she's almost as good as me. In a few years I bet she'll be better than me."

Stephen hummed in disagreement. "Nobody will ever be better than you. I don't think anyone else will win seven Daytona races in a row."

There was a collective agreement from the team working on her. Making her realize, she has made history already. This race will just add to her achievements.

"How did Melissa feel about you telling her you're done after this season?" The lanky brunette sat in a chair close by. Still scrolling through the schedule laid out for them. "She upset?"

"She didn't sound upset. She said she'd support me no matter what. If anything, and she wouldn't have admitted if, but I think she was thrilled i decided to call it now." She watched as they worked on fixing her makeup and hair. How they moved so carefully but efficiently.

"And how do you feel?"

"Like I can do normal people things now. I can spend time with people and not just two months. I don't have to worry about racing as much. Next year I'll get to get a dog maybe." She went over. Smiling at the idea of settling down finally with Melissa.

The two of them together just doing nothing for a day. The two of them traveling more. The two of them cooking. The two of them drinking. The two of them partying. The two of them celebrating.

Just the two of them.

"Well before I loose you into your fantasies, get changed so we can get this over with. And we're going quick. You'll do press, come back and change into the dress, then to dinner. Then you'll get dropped off before I go pick up Melissa and bring her back." Stephen summed up before leaving with the hair and makeup. "Make it quick princess!" He called back.

Phoebe yelled back and then just stood in the room. Staring into the mirror. This was it. The start of the weekend. "One race. Then proposal. That's all." She mumbled to herself.

Melissa watched as the clock slowly ticked over.

Almost cheering as the final bell rang. For the last hour she's let her kids have a valentines party. It was the easiest excuse to distract them and be able to watch Phoebe's press. Smiling when they asked several questions about the anniversary post.

She began to pack up after walking all her kids out and making sure they got picked up. It was just her and her silence before it was ruined.

"So. Are you going to tell me why you're rushing out and suddenly a fan of NASCAR? Or am I just in the dark with everyone else?" Barb stopped by the door. Once Melissa looked up, the older walked closer, closing the door behind her. "Who is he?"

Melissa frowned at this. "I've always been a fan of

NASCAR, just figured it wasn't a topic you would ever want to talk about."

"Melissa, you have told me every detail about your life and for someone who claims to have liked racing for almost a decade, I would think it's something that gets mentioned once." Barb frowned. Sitting on the first desk in front of the teacher desk.

The red head only shrugged. Secretly wanting to explode and tell all about her girlfriend. "I have to go, but we can talk more when I get home?"

"Melissa Schemmenti, I don't know what you're hiding but I better be the first to know." Barb hugged the friend goodbye. Leaving to let the other be free for her weekend excursion.

Phoebe sat at the dinner table. The baby blue dress clingy to her figure as she chatted with the other racers her age.

"So, you and your girlfriend? It's been what, eight years? You tying that knot soon?" Mike had piqued interest. "I mean you posted an anniversary thing back in like January."

Phoebe shook her head with a smile. "Not that it's any of your business, but I am planning on proposing this weekend. We have a dinner just the two of us on Sunday before we fly home." She confessed. Feeling the butterflies at just the thought of proposing.

"And are you gonna show the world?" Andrew jumped in. The boys quick to jump on the train of questions.

"What is this? An interrogation? You guys have never shown interest in my relationship, why start now?" Phoebe narrowed her eyes at the table. Waiting for one of them to crack.

They all shared a look. "Well I mean, after you posted about her, it's hard not to be curious. We knew she existed but you went public. It's free game now. If press can ask, so can we." Joey answered for the group. "So come on. You've met all our wives. Now tell us about yours."

"Well, we met on my first race and I told myself that she was my motivation. After I went out and drank galore, I texted her drunken compliments and then after three years of talking and getting to know her and gain her trust, I ask her to be my girlfriend for the billionth time and she said yes. She's been to almost all my races, and has been my biggest fan since day one. And now I get to be her biggest fans in hope she says yes." She babbled on. Zoning out on everyone as she thought of her Melissa.

The boys all joked and teased her. It was the greatness of being close with the other racers.

They were always like big brothers. Always supporting each other if one won or if they all lost. They still made light of every race.

There was a text from Stephen that lit up the phone. Showing off the lock screen of Melissa. Dave was the first to grab at the phone. Examining the picture entirely. "Ya know, I would've never thought you for red heads." He chuckled.

"Red head?!" Andrew shouted while practically flying from his seat. Everyone trying to gather around and see the screen.

Tim was shocked the most. "A milf?!" He had wide eyes, like he had seen the world explode. "Thats Who your girlfriend is?!"

"Five years strong. Boutta make her my wife. Give her the wedding she dreams of. Settle down and take care of her ya know? Let her be able to do things she never has." Phoebe reached for her phone, not pleased when they all pulled it away and gave her a look. "It's my phone!"

"But it's about to be us who have the conversation," Joey smirked. Instantly being handed the phone. "Hey hun, just wanted to let you know I've landed!" He read in a girly voice.

"She landed?!" It was Phoebe's turn to look shocked. "I have to go. I'm supposed to meet her back at the hotel. It was nice to have dinner with you guys. I'll see you tomorrow!" She grabbed her phone, holding her dress up as she ran out with her jacket thrown over her shoulders. Listening to the boys laugh as she moved quickly in heels.

She ran right out into the car and was off before anyone could recognize who it was. Praying Stephen wouldn't drive her back, especially after she spammed his phone to detour.

Within fifteen she was back at the hotel and in her room. Moving the ring out of her bag and into her racing bag. Knowing Melissa doesn't go in there as much as any other bag.

Just as she zipped up the bag, the door opened and in walked Stephen and Melissa. "She should be back by now. Maybe changing out of her dress." He mentioned and walked back to the door. "Tell her ass to be up by ten and ready to go by eleven. The track lets people in around noon and the race is set to start at one. Goodnight Melissa."

"Will do, night." She bowed her head, trying to remember all the times to tell you. Giving the man a second to leave before rushing into the bedroom. Eager to see this dress you were in.

Melissa didn't even bother to knock as she opened the door. Freezing in awe at how the baby blue did Phoebe justice. How it hugged her figure deliciously. The slit up the leg that showed off a little bit of her tattoo. The silver heels that wrapped around her calves.

"Hi hun," she said softly. Still staring at her beautiful girlfriend. Really burning the picture into her head. "Is that what you wore to dinner with the guys?"

A careful hum was her answer. "They asked about you. It seems everyone is curious about you. They want to meet you I think," a small laugh left Phoebe's lips. "I missed you." She came up to Melissa. Hugging her like she would disappear at any second. And the older hugged just as tight. The two just enjoying the other in the moment.

"You should wear dresses more. You look really good in them." Melissa teased, pinching the sides of her girl. "Let's get you changed, then we can settle in. You have a big day tomorrow."

"I'm happy you're here with me then," Phoebe pecked her cheek before pulling away and pushing Melissa onto the bed. Crouching to take of her boots. "I told Mikayla to grab you your travel slippers. I'm sorry you were in boots the entire time."

The green eyed beauty was confused. The action wasn't what she had really meant, but she couldn't oppose. Not to a face like that. So she just let Phoebe continue to undress her all while in that blue dress.

The two fell into a peaceful silence as Phoebe moved around to get pajamas for them both.

This is what Melissa had craved for so long. This domestic feeling. That everything was playing out how it was meant to be. She had someone who wanted to take care of her forever and now she had it. Her everything was moving around the hotel room in a baby blue dress and sparkly heels.

She was so lost in the feeling she didn't realize the tears that began to creep up on her. "Mel?" Phoebe's voice brought her back. "Sweetheart you're tearing up, what's wrong?" Phoebe was back in front of her, crouching to look up at her.

Melissa opened her mouth and just gave a dry laugh. "I love you so incredibly much, hun. That's all. You found me when I was at my lowest and you lifted me up all the way. And I can't thank you enough."

Phoebe blushed and beamed. Melissa had seen this smile few times but it was a smile full of pure happiness and love and care. It was the smile she wore when they finally became official. The same smile she wore when they said 'I love you' for the first time. The smile she reserved for Melissa, and only Melissa.

"I love you too, Mel. From every part of me." She grinned as she stood up. "Absolutely in love." She thought out loud while looking at Melissa. Taking her in now and here.

"Come on, your turn." The woman wiped her tears.

Moving so Phoebe could sit down. "And it's ok she forgot my shoes, saves me space and shoe dilemmas."

Phoebe softly laughed, "still though. Now you have to wear boots to the race. I mean they make you look sexy don't get me wrong, but your feet will be aching."

"Well then I guess tomorrow night you'll have to help me out of them and soothe the ache. Do you think you could do that?" Her voice was teasing, making the younger shiver. And when they met eyes, Phoebe saw nothing but mischief, making her cheeks burn at the ideas. "My little racer. What would I do without you?"

"I can tell you what you wouldn't be doing," Phoebe smirked. Having a playful joke lined up but lost it as Melissa's eyes darkened before her.

"And what's that hun?" She let her hands wander up the soft legs, only to rake her nails down them. Humming in sheer delight at the physically shudder. "Cause I know exactly what I am going to do. And it starts with getting rid of this dress."

The manicured hand pushed the silky fabric up her legs. Revealing the blue panties that were decorated with a little white bow.

Melissa pulled on her shoulder, causing Phoebe to fall onto her back. "This how you get everyone into bed, Ms.Schemmenti?"

"Only cute racers." Her hands were holding onto hips. Massaging her finger tips into the soft skin. "But I'll save this for tomorrow night." She pulled away.

A boo was given in return. "Now you got me all hot and bothered." Phoebe exhaled dramatically. "Room service and a movie?"

Melissa placed a kiss to her forehead. "Sounds like my type of night. You shower first and I'll order for us, even pick their good wine."

"No wine, just food and us. And come shower with me, it'll save us both time." Phoebe gradually made it to the bathroom. Having a luring look in her eyes. Melissa let a Cheshire grin take over as she followed close behind.

For the next forty-five minutes, the two were lost in the shower. It had started of sweet and wholesome. Melissa had her hands in the mane of brown, scratching and scrubbing away any stress and worry. And it would've stayed that way had she not scratched right by the nape of the neck. Earning a muffled whine and her girlfriend even closer to her.

She let out a light chuckle and continued. Thinking nothing but a reflect of it. But when the noises happened a few times more, Melissa couldn't contain herself. The idea of just her touch doing so much to someone drove her insane.

That's why her lips found the soft neck. Kissing up to the pulse point and sinking her teeth in carefully. Sucking hard on the point, taking joy in how Phoebe squirmed immensely at the action.

Her head fell to give more access, crying out when curious hands found her boobs. She was ready to give everything and skip dinner.

It didn't help when Melissa spun her and kissed her hard. Hard and passionate. Every ounce of her love was poured out through just a single kiss.

Melissa felt hungry. Her hands began to hunt for anything to inflict more sounds. Desperate to hear any lewd noise that was caused by her.

First it was a hand slithering across Phoebe's stomach that made her chill, but it was the squeezing of her hips that made her shake with need. "Please Mel.." was lost in the steamy air as a skilled hand parted her legs and finding the right spot almost instantly. Teasing her clit with slow, agonizing circles that only took her so far.

"My sweet girl..." Melissa hummed as she added more pressure. Her lips found a spot right next to Phoebe's ear. Letting out a warm breath against the shell before bitting on it. Pulling a moan that would make a porn star blush.

It took them both back. They stopped and stared at each other. Both blushing, one more than the other, but just staring at each other. A hand reached to the ear. Stroking over where she bit. "Sensitive ears?" Melissa faintly smiled.

Phoebe shrugged, "I didn't know either." She huffed. "So..."

"Are you ok? Do you need a moment or anything?" Melissa tilted her head, worry evident in her eyes.

She was ready to care for the brunette almost instantly.

Phoebe shied away, feeling a small blush creep in her. "Do it again?" She looked through her lashes. Driving Melissa up a wall with the simple expression.

Melissa pulled her by the waist, flush against her body now. Phoebe could feel their heart beats finding the same rhythm.

In the moment she could only feel love. This was her other half. Her definite soul mate. Their hearts were united to one.

Her thoughts were mushed when she felt the same sensation. This time it was longer and full of hands grabbing at her skin. Melissa always knew how to touch her. How to make her absolute putty in her very hands.

Phoebe would be a fool not to let her. Her hands ran over Melissa's, trying to direct them towards her thighs. Eager for the hands to work their own magic.

No matter how many times they did this act, Phoebe could always feel her heart thumping in her chest. Feeling like at any second her ribs would break and her heart would fall out her chest and right into Melissa's hands.

Where she would hope that it'd be put away and treasured. Never to be touched or harm by anyone other than the key holder.

Melissa's index and middle finger slide further down. Teasing the dripping hole before slowly sinking in. Lost at the sensation. "You're so perfect, hun. Everything I've ever hoped for." Melissa would whisper into the younger woman's hair, a devilish smirk toying her lips.

The words made Phoebe gasp. Her hand gripping onto Melissa's arm that wrapped around her waist. Needing to be grounded by anything.

It had been awhile since the two had a chance to appreciate each other. Between school and constant practices, the two were just tired. The most they had time for was laying in each other's arms and sleeping. But this was relieving.

"It's been so long since I got to have you like this.

My little racer. Always moving so fast, but now we're gonna go slow. Just relax with me, against me, for me." Her voice was low and raspy. Almost being drowned out by the shower.

Phoebe's heart was pounding on her chest. She was worried it might break through for real with how hard it was beating. And it didn't help when she could feel Melissa's matching with every beat.

The racer couldn't help but begin to tremble. Feeling overwhelmed in the best ways entirely. "Just like that sweetheart. I can feel how close you are. You've missed me just as I've missed you. Didn't you?"

"Yes...it's been too long Melly." Phoebe whined.

The knot that had begun to tightened was suddenly too tight. "I'm right there, please Mel."

Melissa hummed and bit on the others ear again.

Both their holds becoming firm as Phoebe fell apart. "Thats it, you're ok. Doing so well." Melissa whispered sweet nothings to her. Holding her through her entire high and even after. Loving the feeling of just having her love in her arms.

Phoebe spun to face Melissa. The warm water on her back now. Her soft gaze peaked through her lashes. "You are amazing." She geeked. Her smile touching from ear to ear. "Now...it's your turn to relax."

She sunk onto her knees, kisses being left behind.

Kisses over Melissa's neck, her pulse, her collarbones, her chest, down her stomach, and to her thighs. "My beautiful woman. How lucky I am to have you," Phoebe smiled up. The delicacy in her eyes meaning nothing but love.

She licked her lips once over before pressing kisses closer and closer. Making Melissa hum in anticipation. Her head rolling back at the feeling of Phoebe's tongue licking through her folds. A delicious moan fell to Phoebe's ears, spurring her on with each move. Her hands holding onto Melissa, grabbing at her figure and massaging the pads of her fingers against it.

Melissa adored how the hands worked against her. They were so careful when pushing and pulling. So feather light when running miles along her. "Just like that Pheebs.." Melissa panted. Her hips rocking forcefully. Her hands found home in Phoebe's hair. Pulling from the scalp and earning moans from below. "You like that? Your hair being pulled?" Melissa groaned. Pulling just slightly harder. It gave her another moan, vibrating her entire body right over the edge. She came with a call of Phoebe's name.

The two took a second to catch their breaths. Humming as Phoebe slowly licked her clean. Rising to give a quick kiss before moving to let the cold water hit Melissa's front.

Phoebe, quick to rush out and into a towel. Running to the bed with giggles filling the room. She laid on her stomach, her body still dripping of water.

"We're gonna need new sheets now," Melissa walked into the doorway. Rolling her eyes as Phoebe made point to look her up and down.

"Well then let's make the most of this mess then,"

Phoebe tease, pushing her hips back and into the air.

She pushed up to crawl to the other side of the bed. Meeting Melissa at the edge with her bottom lip between her teeth. "Don't you wanna get messy?" Phoebe reached for Melissa, pulling her onto the bed. Straddling her waist and holding onto her waist.

Melissa chuckled, her hand pushing a wet strand of hair back. "You are so full of youth and energy."

"Then let me use my youth and energy to spoil you." Phoebe pressed her lips against the thumping pulse on Melissa's neck. Soon wrapping her lips around the same spot and sucking hard. Eager to leave a hickey in the morning.

Her hand wandered down between Melissa's legs. Tracing a range of circles on the bundle of nerves. Her other hand keeping Melissa spread out on the bed.

"How did you get so good," Melissa gave an airy laugh. "Your first time you couldn't even-" her sentence ended with a loud moan. She couldn't figure out what Phoebe did, but god did it feel good.

Melissa began to arch off the bed, her hips moving with Phoebe. The movement ceasing as Phoebe's arm pushed her hips down and held them there. "It'll feel better if you stay still Melly," Phoebe whispered. Her warm breath fanning across Melissa's neck.

And it did. Melissa wanted to scream to match the feeling. It worked her right over again. Leaving her short of breath. Phoebe pulled off, a dirty smirk on her face. The bruising and bite marks were scattered all across the left side.

The brunette picked up the phone and called for new sheets and pillows. Finally throwing the pajama over to Melissa. "The food should be up in a few. I ordered light since we have breakfast in the morning."

"Since when was breakfast?" Melissa sat up, slipping on the shirt. Her bottoms close behind. "We've never done breakfast before a big race?"

Phoebe beamed, "to making new memories. We can't live the same way forever." Phoebe worked on finding her pajamas next.

"What does that mean?" Melissa began to deconstruct the bed. Folding them into a small pile aim the table. "You tryna pull something on me?"

"Oh Mel, you always assume the worst from me.

It's nice little breakfast in bed. I heard the hotel has a really nice breakfast selection." Phoebe came back over, clothed in an old racing sweatshirt. "Just us before a race."

Melissa wanted to think further into it, really she did, but once Phoebe was helping to get the bed ready for new sheets, she didn't let her thoughts wander.

"Did Stephen tell you any times?" Phoebe said, knowing the answer entirely to the question. He had texted her the schedule for the day weeks ago, forcing her to remember it on her own.

Melissa froze, trying to think about the times. "He did.." she was thinking over it. "There was a noon, a one maybe, and something else." She threw out what she could remeber.

"I have been instructed to be up at ten, ready by eleven, track opens at noon, race starts at one." Phoebe recited. Her face never loosing a smug smile.

The red head scoffed playfully and resumed helping with the bed. Finishing getting ready for bed while waiting for room service. The two holding a small conversation while they moved.

The room service coming up while Phoebe was still doing her skin routine. "Is that room service?" She called out. "There's tip money on the dresser for them!"

Melissa looked around, not seeing it anywhere.

Her second thought was look in the bags. First it was the purse, then it was the racing bag. Just as her hand grabbed the bag Phoebe jumped out.

"Mel." Her voice was demanding. It was solid and lacking that usual warmth. "The money was right here," she smiled. Taking it out to the worker and bidding them goodbye.

"Got pretty stern there for a second," Melissa picked up the sheet. "Haven't heard that voice for a good minute."

Phoebe could tell she wasn't going to let it go as easily. "I have a bomb in my bag." Was her first thought. It came out before she could think it over. It gained a laugh, "I'm sorry about that voice though. I don't know why it came up."

"It's ok hun, you're under a lot more stress. I know you don't like when anybody goes through that bag." Melissa finished putting on the sheets, moving so Phoebe could throw the pillows back to the top.

Phoebe hummed, flopping down onto the bed with a gruff. "How was your day? Work? Barb?"

Melissa sat next to her, lying on her side with her head propped up. "They found out I was a fan of NASCAR today. Janine wants to go to the next Daytona race, I said if she can hold onto liking nascar that long I'll get her and Jacob passes. Barb questioned me a bit. I think she's upset I've never mentioned it. She asked me who he was." She summed up her day.

"Well wait till she finds out that he is a she," Phoebe rolled her head to look at Mel. "How come you've never mentioned me?"

"How come you're so interested in being known?" Melissa returned the question.

Phoebe was silent for a second. "Because once I start showing up with lunches for you, it's gonna be hard to keep me quiet. And plus, my coworkers know about you, yes they've never met you, but still."

"When you finish first, we can talk about this more." Melissa leaned over to place a chaste kiss. Moving to grab the dinner for the two and the tv remote.

Phoebe's eyes fluttered open. The sun peaking and illuminating the room. Her arm reached over to look for Melissa, frowning when there was an empty space.

The brunette sat up, rubbing her eyes and trying to focus her view. Searching around the room before moving out to the kitchen. "Mel?" Her groggy voice sounded the quiet room. "Mel are you still here?"

"Kitchen hun, use your nose." Melissa answered finally.

Phoebe crawled out of bed, following the sounds and smells that Melissa made from the mini kitchen.

With soft steps, Phoebe hugged Melissa from behind. Breathing her in with a huff. "No negative energy before a race, you know this."

"It's not negative," Phoebe grumbled. Taking another second before letting Melissa work. "I was supposed to be the one in the kitchen."

"No offense, and I'm only saying this cus I've been dating you for five years, you can not cook. And I mean that out of love and worry that one day you'll undercook something and get sick." Melissa poked. Knowing she made a point because it's already happened before. "Plus, you love my cooking."

Phoebe pondered over it, agreeing and sitting on the stool on the other side of the counter. "Are you excited today?" She began to zone in on how Melissa moved with the ingredients.

"It's your big race day. It's all they've been talking about on the news. Yous making history today," she didn't look up from cutting anything. She knew you were watching and listening. "Are you nervous?"

Phoebe wanted to answer, really she did, but there were absolutely no words to describe how nervous she really was. Today was the possibly the second biggest day in her life, the first would be the wedding.

"Pheebs? You still with me?" Melissa waved her hand in front of the spaced out girls face. "You've never been this nervous before, are you all right?"

Phoebe's head nodded for her. "I'm making history today." Phoebe couldn't help the smile that ran her lips. "And you'll be right by my side."

"I wouldn't dream of being anywhere else," Melissa whole-heartedly responded. "But seriously, just breathe today. No matter what, I think you are the world's greatest racer."

The smile only grew, along with a heavy blush.

Melissa took note of it. Phoebe was easy to fluster, a simple look would do if wanted, but this reaction wasn't a sexual thing. It was so new and it made Melissa feel a new sense of true love.

"What is going on with you today?" She tried to laugh off the look but it just couldn't be shakes. "I've seen you nervous before but this is so different. You're glowing almost."

Phoebe let a soft shrug go, "I just feel so lucky to be where I am. And I can only keep thinking into the future and where it'll take me. Not to mention I have the best, most amazing, delicious, most bad ass girlfriend right in front of me." Phoebe got up to come back around the counter. Walking right into the open arms and just sighing. "I love you."

"I love you too," Melissa placed a kiss to the side of her head. Resting hers against where she kissed.

If either were to move it would ruin the moment, but thankfully neither wanted to move. They enjoyed each other's existence on such an extreme level.

"Do you want to eat before you get ready?" Melissa mumbled. Separating them just slightly. Phoebe nodded, slowly letting a mischievous grin forming. "Now what?" Melissa chuckled.

"Just that maybe I could have two breakfast?" Phoebe suggested the idea. "The first being what you made, which I'm assuming is pancakes, and then the second being you." She showed a toothy grin. A subtle pink grazing her features.

Melissa was baffled by the offer. Genuinely not expecting it. And she couldn't lie, the idea was tempting, but she knew how that could be a cause with a long line of effects. "How bout this, you win this race, and I'll let you do anything you can think of. Anything you've ever thought of. And if you loose, I'll be the one doing everything. Okay?" She spoke lowly. A sneaky smile toying with her lips.

"Deal," Phoebe quickly agreed. Sealing their deal with a kiss and moving to see the pancakes. "These look delicious Mel! Thank you!"

"Gotta start your day right hun, dig in. You have about half an hour before hell breaks in." Melissa grabbed herself a plate.

Phoebe bit the pancake whole, "hell?"

"Stephen has sent hair and makeup to get you ready. He texted me knowing you would still be asleep. So really eat now cause once Stephen gets here, you're really out of my hands." Melissa finished topping her food. "Let's eat in bed."

There wasn't much choice given as Melissa was already moving into the bedroom. Making herself comfy towards the middles of the bed. Phoebe only had the option to follow. Having the realization that today was the last day she'd be calling Melissa her girlfriend. The thought made her glow extremely.

Phoebe stood right by the car. Her heart was pounding as she put the helmet on.

"Alrighty, you've done this before. You've done it six more times before that. I'm gonna talk you through it. All of it. What I need from you, is to keep it steady. You can't freak on me." Stephen's voice crackled through the mic. "Talk to me kid."

"No freaking. It's a race I've done before. I can do this." She climbed in. Eliminating any second thoughts.

She took in the familiar car. Looking for her motivation once more, only failing to find it. "Stephen! Where's my pictures? It should be here, I can't find it. I never race without it, and what if-"

"Breathe. We decided today you needed a bigger motivation. You have a lot on you. So, Phoebe it has been an honor to race with you, but for your record breaking race you need someone else. And before I pass it over, I know I'm talking a lot, your physical motivation is in the bag under your chair. Now good luck, and go kick their ass." His voice sounded almost emotional for once.

"You so suck, ya know?" Phoebe sniffed. She had been crying a little bit too hard. Phoebe reached under, feeling the bag and pulling it up. She reached in, laughing through the tears. "What's my next surprise?"

"I am," Melissa's smile was evident in her voice. Even as she heard Phoebe groan in tears. "You ready?"

Phoebe had to lift her visor to wipe the tears. "Let's kick some ass."

After hours of laps, hours of conversations, an hour of singing like there was no tomorrow, and hours of laughs, Phoebe was coming up in her last lap. Passing the mark before the final.

"You're so close hun. I can see you. This is it. Dave is behind you, Andrew right behind him. You just have to make these few turns and then your home solid." Melissa was standing high up. Watching the blue car race around a few more corners. "Thats it angel, just a little more."

Phoebe was quiet. Suddenly feeling cold and nervous. "Mel. What do my surrounding looks like? Where's the line? How many more turns?" She quickly questioned. After doing so many laps, the track begins to blend together.

"Um, still in front of Dave and Andrew, you have two more turns and then a dash to the line. Is everything ok?" Melissa sensed the sudden shift. Examining the car quickly. "Pheebs?"

"It's fine. I'm just nervous. I have what, a minute left? Have I ever told you how much I really love you? I know I say it everyday but I want to say it for a gazillion more. Until time runs out. In this universe and every other one. I love you with everything I have Melly." Phoebe felt tears begin to fall again.

"Save your sappiness for when you can kiss me at the finish line. Front stretch hun. You're so close." Melissa had a death grip on the railing. Leaning to see Phoebe make the last turn. "I'm proud of you sweet girl. You've done so much for yourself. Last stretch, as fast as you can."

Phoebe put a bit more pressure. Watching as the number began to climb. Her heart was pounding with the growing speed. She could see it. The finish line. Dave and Andrew too far back to catch up now. She was right there. About to finish her eight Daytona race.

Five seconds off of the line the car began to fill with smoke. She reached for the ring without thinking and finished the race blind.

Melissa's voice fell on deaf ears as Phoebe began to search for the seatbelt buckle. Desperate to get out.

From the outside, Dave and Andrew stopped as fast as they could, rushing to get to Phoebe. Breaking the windows as smoke oozed out the car.

The crowd was in silence as other racers came to help. Medical standing by till the woman was retrieved. It was taking too long for comfort. Melissa couldn't stand back and watch. They were taking too long. She ran over, pushing through to see.

Regretting it as Phoebe was helped as she climbed out. Her helmet being taken off as she took deep breathes. Her body felt rigid and stiff. She sat back onto her legs looking to the sky then down to her hands.

"Thank you," she whispered when she looked back up. She stood and was still for a second. An infectious smile dawning on her as she began to cry of joy. She looked to the boys. "I just made NASCAR history...again." Her arms raised in the air, "fucking finally!" She cried out to the small crowd. Turning to the now put out car and running to jump on it. Listening to the crowd scream with excitement at their winner.

Phoebe laughed and glanced around. Finding her love easily out the crowd. That's when Phoebe jumped down and ran over to her. Grabbing her face and laughing. "I did it! I'm ok!" She wiped away the fallen tears. Pulling Melissa into her arms and just laughing. "I'm ok I promise."

Melissa held on tightly. "Had to go out with a bang huh?" She buried her face into Phoebe's neck.

Phoebe laughed again, "it's the only way to go out. If I won without any complication, did I really win? I'm ok that's what matters, we're ok!"

Melissa sniffled before leaving the embrace, standing arms length. "Congrats hun."

"I love you Mel."

"I love you too Pheebs."

Phoebe stated before smiling like a dork. "I set the records." She simply said. Turning to look at the car once more, she laughed. "I set the records!" She yelled. Earning cheers once more.

It was(almost) a perfect race.

Phoebe stood on the table, drink raised to the sky as Melissa pulled at the hem of her dress. Doing her best to keep her girlfriend reasonably covered. It wasn't that Phoebe was drunk or anything, but Melissa knew how unaware she could be of her own beauty.

"A toast! Mine of tonight! Thank you to everyone who has believed in me this year. To the boys for rushing to my aid. To Stephen, my manger since before time. To the pit team today. But mostly, thank you to Melissa." Phoebe rambled before looking down to the red head. The light making her glassy green eyes reflecting a million memories. "Thank you. For absolutely everything you have done for me."

Phoebe's glass raised at the end, everyone following with clinks of drinks together. The brunette jumped down, standing close to Melissa. "Thank you again. My motivation." Phoebe softly spoke. Her voice fading with the music and chatter, yet Melissa heard.

"Motivation? What does that mean?" She furrowed her brows, a small smirk playing at her lips.

"Every race I had a picture of you in the dash. But I think it's well lost now." Phoebe shrugged, defeat swimming in her eyes as she tried to play it cool.

Melissa laughed at the look. "Hun we can make more, what would your new motivation picture be?"

Phoebe thought for a second. Her fingers tapping against her chin. "You on our wedding day." She answered with a serious undertone. Enjoying the shocked look on Melissa's face.

"Well then get to it," she clapped back. Her eyes holding nothing but a childlike glimmer. "After all, it's been five years."

Phoebe's jaw dropped, "wow! Ok! And why was stopping you from asking?" She raised a brow, arms crossing over her chest.

Melissa winked and walked away. Her hips swaying just a bit more than usual. She knew she didn't need to answer. As she walked, she thought of the conversation. Yes Phoebe had mentioned getting married but Melissa never thought it would be to her. Yet here they were, five years deep and neither one had made a move to further their relationship. They agreed it was perfect as is. Melissa just smiled to herself as she started collecting her stuff.

"Melissa," Stephen waltzed up to the red head. Holding out his hand with a small piece of paper.

In closer inspection it was a picture of melissa. An old one from at least six summers ago. It was a date that Phoebe had planned and told Melissa to meet her by a coffee shop. She stood in a blue floral sundress, white Converses, and frilly socks. Half her hair pulled back into a blue bow with front pieces framing her face.

Meanwhile Melissa was in a long floral dress. A jean jacket over and her purse on her shoulder. Her red waves were messily, but almost perfectly, pulled up into a high ponytail.

"What is this?" She frowned looking up to the manager. Not sure how he had the picture.

"It was Phoebe's motivation but we gave her a better one. Enjoy your night with her. You make her happy beyond what she lets on." His soft lips turned up before he spun to head into the crowd.

Melissa hummed as she went back to examining the picture. Realizing she doesn't know what he meant by 'better motivation' really meant. But when her eyes found Phoebe's, they were already on her. A heavy blush on Phoebe's cheeks, yet her smile was stronger than ever.

With a single finger, Phoebe beckoned Melissa to follow her outside. Leading them off to walk along the beach as the sun began to set. Neither talking and just holding hands.

"I enjoy being with you." Phoebe hummed. Smiling to herself as the cold water washed over her feet. "You truly have changed my world for the better. I couldn't imagine a world where you said no to me begging you for a date."

Melissa snickered at the memory, "I'll give it to you. You had dedication and a schedule for asking me." She continued the reminiscing.

"Had to keep you thinking of me somehow. I wanted my chance desperately since the day I met you." The brunette confessed. "But..."

"But?" Melissa frowned. Fear suddenly running in her veins. "But what?"

"But now I ask you for another chance." The two had stopped walking at the point. Phoebe standing in face to face with Melissa.

Her green eyes watched as Phoebe lowered down on one knee. A small black bow coming into view. Tears began to fill her eyes and her breathing became irregular. She couldn't believe it.

"Melissa Ann Schemmenti, you know I adore everything about you. Your sass, your cooking, your death glares, everything. Every single thing about you I love. And I know it's five years, but I know I want to spend every morning by your side. Every night to go to sleep with you. Melly, will you marry me?" She had tears escaping from the corners of her eyes.

With a sniffle and a head bob, the ring was slid on and they shared a kiss. Listening to the cheers that happened from behind them. Many having phones to capture the moment.

"I love you so much," Phoebe gave a heartfelt laugh. Kissing Melissa passionately before raising her left hand into the air and cheering.

Monday had come around again. Big chatter in the teachers lounge about NASCAR.

"And now suddenly they're engaged! Like for five years they're a secret and now they're getting married. Crazy timing man." Jacob was going on about the engagement post made by Phoebe.

The picture being their silhouettes with the sunset, a heartfelt caption 'dedicated to my eternal happiness'. Keeping it brief and sentimental.

"Can't even guess who it is unless you compare figures. I mean you can clearly tell that this one is Phoebe and then this is her now fiancé. There's absolutely no trace." Janine stared at the post. In her head, if she stared long enough it was going to come to her.

Ava waltzed in with her signature smile. "Maybe it's a publicity stunt. Boost her name or whatever. I do it all the time."

"No, I don't think it is because there's no already existing rumors of her and anyone." Jacob debunked. Leaning to look at the picture once more. Really taking in the mystery woman.

Melissa was humming as she walked into the lounge. Her hands busy with her phone as she followed her daily routine. Making the room still at the new behavior.

That's when Janine saw it. The gold ring that made home on Melissa's ring finger.

"YOURE ENGAGED?!" She shouted. Putting the rooms focus on the ring as it shined in the light. "Since when were you even dating anyone?!"

"Since five years ago. Like I said, there's a lot you don't know about me." The red head winked and took her seat next to Barb, who looked a bit hurt at the new confession. "Let me explain why I never told you."

"Please, because I would love to know." She crossed her arms and leaned back, waiting for the reason to come out.

"Come over tonight, I know it's only Monday but I'd rather explain in private than with the goons listening." Melissa joked, her thumb points over to Janine and Jacob listening.

"So do we all get to find out after Barb or do we just get left in the dark?" Gregory piped in, geneuinly curious of this new relationship.

Melissa only shrugged and continued with her morning routine.

A few hours rolled by and Barb stood at Melissa's front door. A bottle of their favorite in hand and her purse in the other. The door opened and there was the red head. Her hair pulled up and blush on her cheeks. She opened it further for her friend.

"This better be good if they have you blushing like this." Barb walked past, making her own way to the kitchen. "Seriously Melissa. There's a whole life I don't seem to know about. So who ever this man is-"

"He's a she!" Melissa blurted out as Barbra had a view of the kitchen.

Her eyes had to be tricking her. Barbra didn't know much of NASCAR, wasn't her thing, but with the talk that Janine and Jacob had been doing, and with the news, it was very easy to tell who the person was. Phoebe Stern had a worried smile on her face as she chopped up food. "Before you ask, no I can't cook. Mel just has me chopping up the basics."

"That was not my first question," Barbra turned to Melissa. "You have two minutes, and that is me being generous, on why she's in your kitchen."

Melissa moved closer. "This is my fiancé!" She said with spirit fingers aimed at Phoebe. "For the past five years this has been a secret mostly for both of our privacy, but recently we've been more ok with being public. We wanted to introduce each other to the most important people in our lives before going full public." She was quick to explain, taking a stand next to Phoebe and taking the cut up vegetables and dumping them into the bit. "And I'm sorry I kept it a secret for so long, the only people who really knew were our families. We just didn't want it to be a spotlight topic."

Barb was silent for a long minute. Just staring between the two and trying to think of anything. She exhaled heavily, "it's nice to meet you." She held out her hand, trying to keep her smile up.

"Phoebe. Mel has told me so much about you, it's nice to know she's terrible at impersonating you." The brunette softly shook the hand. She was giving her best smile, hoping to make good first impressions with the best friend.

"And the internet has told me so much about you, dear. I guess I might as well get ready for a night of questions!" Barb joked and moved to get three wine glasses.

Melissa and Phoebe shared a look before going with it. Acting as if that was the reaction they were expecting.

And after hours of talking, Barbra Howard knew this was the one for Melissa. She liked how open Phoebe was and how willing she was to treat the two woman while they conversed. She could see the look of love in those brown eyes every time they were on the red head. Melissa was in very safe hands and Barb knew it.

The two were slightly more wine drunk than Phoebe (they had finished two bottles). "Ya know Phoebe, I really like you. And even though I was unaware of you for almost ten years, just based on tonight I can tell you really to have good intentions with Melissa." The older woman spoke. Her eyes a bit hazy from the glasses, but she stared to Phoebe. A soft, warm smile plastered in her lips. But it quickly dropped, "but so help me. You pull what Joe did and you will find out. Understood?" Her face was stern.

Phoebe felt a cold wave rush over her as the color in her face drained a bit. She knew this woman was serious. From what Mel had said? There was no doubt Barbra Howard had a mean, vicious bite. "Yes ma'am." She quietly got out. Grabbing the glasses and placing them in the kitchen.

"I should get going. Gerald is outside, but before I do. Come summer, join us on our cruise?" Barb extended the invite. "Originally it was just going to be Melissa and an adventure to find her someone but it's clear she doesn't need my help with that."

"I'd love to join, I'm sure Mel already knows the dates." Phoebe agreed, looked over to Melissa who was staring with that look in her eyes. Both their cheeks began to warm up, both for different reasons. Phoebe snapped her head back to Barbra, proceeding to play it cool. "It was lovely to finally meet you. I enjoyed the night entirely."

"It was lovely to meet you too, Phoebe. Everyone at work will have a hard time believing you Mel." The woman gave a sly smile and left with a goodnight.

Phoebe hummed her way back into the kitchen, ready to clean up the few glasses and plates. Laughing when arms wrapped around her from behind.

"You got along with Barb just fine," Melissa whispered. Hugging tighter and becoming closer each second.

Phoebe hummed with a shrug. "You've told me so much of course I did. I want your friends and co workers to like me. I have your family down but there's bound to be more than just them at the wedding."

Melissa was silent. In her arms stood her fiancé. Soon to be wife. The gorgeous, sexy, young woman in her arms wanted to be legally bound to her. She couldn't help but feel hot at the idea. To see Phoebe on the wedding day all dressed up. To get to tell people that that was her wife.

"Earth to Melly? Wedding already giving you cold feet?" Phoebe teased, still washing the dishes. "I promise I won't take complete control and give you some say."

Melissa still wasn't back from her own world. Still staring at Phoebe's hands under the water. She couldn't seem to process the fact she was getting married again. But this time there was no jitters, no cold feet, no second thoughts. Just pure adoration and love. Her entire world was right here. "Mel? Really, what's going on back there?"

"I get to love you forever," Melissa sighed. Squeezing Phoebe one good time before pull away. She leaned on the island and just admired her fiancé. Fiancé. She loved how it sounded. This is Phoebe, my fiancé she thought to herself. "You are so beautiful."

Phoebe giggled at the compliment, "not too bad yourself, Schemmenti." She dried off her hands and turned to mirror Melissa's pose. Seeing the shock look at the response making her smile a bit.

"Thats my line," Melissa sassed as she squinted her eyes. Only for them to widen as Phoebe waltzed over, getting close. Her arms trapping Melissa between the counter and herself. Melissa could feel the warmth of her breath now.

They were so close in the moment. Neither one wanting to move, a silent fight for control happening. Melissa was stubborn when it came to these stare offs. No matter how badly she wanted to give in to those sweet brown eyes. But it was different this time. The sweet brown eyes were hypnotizing her tonight. Telling her to give in for just one night. It'd be worth it if she did.

Phoebe saw the falter in Melissa's stare, knowing she won. Her head dipping close to the other's neck, slowly peppering kisses up.

"My Melly," she hummed, earning a low hum in return. Phoebe pulled back, smiling brightly at Melissa. Grabbing her hand and just pulling her towards the bedroom. Leading her in first before closing the door and coming to stand toe to toe. Her hands softly playing with the shirt. "I can't wait to marry you. To start a family. To grow together. To be together."

Melissa didn't know how to respond to this new side. It was like the title brought something out into the light. It was much more alluring than Phoebe's normal behavior. "Phoebe Schemmenti does have a nice ring to it," Melissa began to rub her hands up and down Phoebe's arms.

Phoebe hummed and leaned in for a kiss. A pleased hummed as Melissa kissed back with hunger. Pulling her by the waist to be touching. The kiss getting hotter and their breathing heavier. They stumbled backwards towards the bed. Hitting the side and falling backwards with a thump.

The kiss broke and Melissa scooted back with her arms. Entranced as Phoebe crawled up her. A devious look swirling around her eyes. "What has gotten into you?" She whispered with a smile.

"It's the title." Phoebe simply answered. Leaving kisses against Melissa's neck carefully. Only to lead her astray as she bit down of the pulse point. Soothing it with her tongue and kisses. "Something about it."

Melissa's back arched a bit when Phoebe began sucking on the point. Eager to leave a bruise but knew she couldn't. Not till summer obviously.

Phoebe let her hands wander under the shirt. Lightly trailing her hands up, bringing the shirt up with her. Wasting no second to her the fabric off and on the floor. Leaving Melissa's pink bra exposed. Phoebe loved how the color looked against her skin. It made her mouth water.

"You're staring intensely this time." Melissa poked, her finger jabbing Phoebe in the side. "If you're going to do something, get to it."

"Someone doesn't like being kept waiting." Phoebe playfully rolled her eyes. Sitting up and removing her own shirt. Surprising Melissa with an intricate lace set. Embroidered flowers scattered about the fabric.

Melissa followed the lining with her eyes, realizing it's a one piece that still goes down. "What did I do to earn this?"

"You said yes," Phoebe pressed a kiss to her lips. Slow and soft. Taking her time with how she moved against Melissa. Her hips grinding down with precision. "Can't you picture it Melly? Our future together?"

It was something about how Phoebe was speaking that was driving Melissa mad. She felt squirmish and eager to proceed. "Pheebs..."

Her kisses began to travel. "Us in this house. Twins who run around, picture it Melly. Really picture it. The family vacations, telling your family, I want my future with you more than anything." Her words were true and sweet. Making Melissa feel dizzy at the mix of emotions.

Phoebes hands worked at the gold belt buckle, smoothly pulling off and undoing the jeans. Painfully slow dragging them down her pale legs. "Wouldn't you want that?"

"More than anything, Pheebs." Melissa was struggling to catch her breath. "I need something, anything, please. Just touch me the way you do!"

Phoebe gave one last hum, "anything for you, Schemmenti."

The jeans were yanked the rest of the way off. Leaving Melissa mostly bare. She gasped as kisses were placed along her stretch marks. "Phoebe?"

"I never tell you how beautiful you are. How insane you drive me with just a look. And then you start to speak and I loose all sense of reality." Phoebe spoke so softly, scared she might be dreaming. "I'm so happy you said yes."

The sound Melissa let out was new, but Phoebe didn't stop her actions. Continuing to pull the whimpers with just simple kisses. She kissed closer and closer to where Melissa needed her the most. Her hands snaking around the plush thighs. Pulling them more apart.

Melissa couldn't help the rush of heat that ran through her at the feelings she felt at the sight. It truly was the title. It had to be the title making Phoebe act like this. Her thoughts wanted to run on analyzing everything but couldn't focus at the first swipe. It was teasing and mean. Just barely brushing over her clit.

Phoebe didn't hold back after that. Her arms kept Melissa open while her tongue worked its magic. Listening to each moan and gasp that filled the air.

"Just like that....fuck.....oh god right there!" She panted. Tears pricking at the corner of her eyes. It was enough to hold her at the edge but not enough to set her over. "More...fuck Phoebe..."

Phoebe pressed her tongue flat and harder, earning a cry of her name as she repeated the action. Slowing as Melissa came down from her high. Love pecks being placed all over her inner thighs, which then became love marks. A painting of bruises soon formed.

Melissa was still catching her breathe as Phoebe shimmied out of her pants.

"The longer you look the more confident I'm going to feel." She smirked as she spun and posed a little bit. Popping out her ass and raising her arms. Stretching out her figure for full display. "Ruin me, Melly." She giggled and just as Melissa got up to grab her, she backed up. "But you have to catch me first," and before the red head knew it, she was playing a game of cat and mouse.

Her prize being Phoebe in any way. This was a new experience. They had never done anything near this before, but it seemed so effortless for Phoebe. So effortless to let Melissa chase her through the dimly lit house.

Melissa wanted to play along, see where this was really heading. So she grabbed a big shirt and began to search. Thinking nothing of the game till she really remembered the last time they played hide and seek. How quiet Phoebe could move around and she would never know. It was an unsettling feeling at times, when she actually had the intent to scare.

As melissa asked through the quiet house, she could feel hands on her but then once she turned around, Phoebe was no where in sight. "You little witch, face me like a woman." Her voice called out into the silence. Praying that the on edge feeling wouldn't show.

A soft hand dragged itself across her back, but just as she turned around, she found no one. Sighing, she proceeded with caution. Finding her way into the study and searching through the darkness. Heading in to get any source of light from the lamp.

"Melly," a seductive hum came from the doorway. Melissa's green eyes traced the outline. Drooling a little at the sight. "Your times up."

"I didn't know I was being timed." Melissa smirked, her feet carrying her over to stand close. "You don't make it easy for me either."

Phoebe flashed that pearly smile, "where'd be the fun in letting you win?" Her hands ran under the shirt, massaging Melissa's waist. "I won though, so it means I get to do whatever."

"Thats not fair, you only gave me like a minute." Melissa huffed with a frown. Freezing as Phoebe circled her and hugged her body tightly. Her lips hovering against her neck.

"Let me adore you Melly. You work so hard and do so much for me, let me just try and compare and give you this. Let me love you." Phoebe had the slightest whine in her voice. Desperate to please after so long.

Melissa couldn't help but feel weak in the moment. She couldn't say no if she wanted to. Phoebe had her wrapped around her pretty little finger. The way she was willing to do anything Phoebe would ask. From a simple kiss to murder.

"Fine," Melissa exhaled. Her tone seeming as if she was going to fight against it, but in the end, both knew she wouldn't.

A soft thank you was whispered before Phoebe found the pulse point again. This time loosing all control and leaving a hickey, dragging it all down the side of her neck.

Melissa loved the feeling. How Phoebes lips so easily worked against her skin. How effortless she had to try since she knew every inch of Melissa. "Pheebs...stop teasing me," she lowly warned. Her hands fidgeting just slightly at her side.

"Did you know, ever since I moved in and saw your office I couldn't stop thinking of how'd you'd look on top of it. Legs spread wide open while your head falls back. So Melly, as my prize, I want you on that desk." Her hands pushed her slightly towards the wood furniture. A glint of joy swirling in her eyes. It danced with lust and love as the two took steps in sync backwards.

Melissa lifted her self up onto the desk. Legs spreading as Phoebe came to stand in front of her. The two shared another passionate kiss. They moved slowly, knowing they were in no rush at all. But when Phoebe's hands are in the mix, Melissa needed more than just a kiss.

Phoebe could sense what she was doing, and she was too lost in the moment to keep teasing. She lowered down, leaving kisses behinds where she could.

Her eyes stared up at Melissa, finding the green ones and holding them. Her tongue giving a slow, sensual lick. She watched as the action caused the older woman's jaw to slack. Phoebe repeated the action, picking up her pace each swipe.

"You and that...that fucking tongue," Melissa grabbed a fistful of brown hair. "Fuck Phoebe, just like that!" She got out through a clenched jaw.

Melissa came with a violent jolt and a loud moan. Her thighs going to close, put were restricted. It took a second for her to process what was happening, and once she did her arms gave out. Putting her on her back as Phoebe didn't let up and kept eating her out.

"I haven't had a taste of you in too long. The amount of built up desire for you Melly, it's enough to kill a man." Phoebe's voice was low and tingly.

The room filled with strands of moans and curses as Phoebe brought Melissa over the edge multiple times more.

The three taps to her head being a signal that it was too much now. And while Melissa laid back, Phoebe ran to grab a cold towel and water. Along with an orange.

And after the cleaning up, the two sat on the floor in the living room. Leaning against each other and being content with the soft tv chatter.

The two just thinking of everything that just happened. Turning to look at each other in union, they smiled and laughed. It lasted a few seconds before Phoebe stared with a grin, "my fiancé." It was a whisper so quiet that it nearly got stolen by the wind.

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