Session 𝓝inety-Six

Session 96:

“The Straw”

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“Liberty.”

I forced a hum.

“Wake up, my sweet girl.”

I shook my head with another hum, only this one was tighter.

“Ro,” I rasped out, feeling the softness of her touch against my face. “Sleep,” I emphasized, trying to bury my face deeper against the cushion.

“We need to eat,” I heard her softly whisper. “And get ready for bed.”

I only shook my head, not wanting to move even an inch right now.

The last thing I remember was curling up on the couch with her.

I must’ve fallen asleep with her.

It’s probably the middle of the night by now.

“Let’s just sleep,” I mumbled incoherently.

I heard my girlfriend sigh softly, tracing her fingertips along my jawline.

“You never had dinner,” she pointed out in the cutest way. “I want you to eat.”

“Feed me,” I didn’t hesitate to say, unable to resist giving in to her.

“You’ll let me feed you, darling?” she asked, earning a few lazy nods from me.

“As long as I can keep my eyes closed,” I murmured, deciding I was really hungry.

My stomach felt hollow.

I heard Monroe softly chuckle, “You can keep your eyes closed, Liberty.”

I lazily hummed in response, feeling her stand from the couch beside me.

I cuddled further against the plush cushions, letting out a soft sigh as I drifted back into a light sleep.

I wasn’t sure how long I was knocked out for.

The next thing I knew—I felt her sitting down beside me again, and the clinking of a glass plate against the nearby coffee table.

I felt her hand slide under my head, gently lifting my head.

Then a cushioned pillow was slid underneath me, propping my head up so she could begin feeding me.

I kept my eyes closed the entire time, happily taking bites of the reheated nuggets and fries with my favorite barbecue sauce.

I had grown to like the organic one Monroe had.

It was all so good, and I could hear the crunch of Monroe taking bites in between feeding me.

I love how seriously she takes my well-being.

So much so that she feels the need to feed me dinner, even in the middle of the night.

I honestly felt a lot better after eating.

I was even more relaxed than before, thanks to my girlfriend.

Monroe even let me fall back asleep on the couch—after draping a furry blanket over us both.

I fell back into a deep sleep immediately, waking up to the soft chimes of the alarm that Monroe set for herself.

“Shhhh,” I heard her soft voice as soon as I furrowed my brows, “Go back to sleep, darling.”

I forced a hum, still blinking my heavy eyes open regardless of what she had said.

I laid eyes on Monroe immediately—who was hovering over me, her tired blue eyes trailing my face.

“You have work?” I asked, reaching up to rub under my eyes.

“Yes, sweetheart,” she whispered, tucking the thick cover around me.

It was enough to make me want to shut my eyes again.

She knew that.

“I wanted to see you before you leave,” I admitted, reaching up to gently tuck some of her bangs behind her ear.

“How about I get ready, and then we’ll do breakfast before I leave?” Monroe asked as I caressed my hand against her cheek.

“Okay,” I said, briefly squeezing my heavy eyes shut, “Then I could hang out with Zi and Sarai after.”

Monroe tilted her head slightly.

But she didn’t say anything.

She just stared at me for a moment.

Almost in a way that confused me, wondering what was going on in her head.

I parted my lips to ask what was wrong, but then she reached up, gently trailing her fingers against my cheekbones.

“You don’t want to stay inside today, darling?” Monroe suddenly asked me, making my brows knit deeper together.

“Not really,” I said, confusion clear in my tone. “Why? Did you want me to?”

“It would be best right now,” she said, leaning down to softly kiss my lips. “With everything going on and all.”

I briefly kissed her back, pulling away before she could kiss me again.

“I can’t stay cooped up in the house because of your parents, Monroe,” I pointed out, earning a soft hum from her.

“Of course not, sweetheart,” she didn’t hesitate to say, making me even more confused, “But the next few days would be ideal. Tomorrow is the weekend as well, so I won't have work.”

I quickly shook my head, especially when she leaned in for another kiss. “I wanted to see my friends.”

“We’ll go together,” Monroe offered, pressing a soft kiss to my cheek. “Tonight, once I’m done at the office.”

I let out a deep sigh, unsure what to say to her suggestion.

If it even felt like one.

I doubt she would agree to anything involving me going alone.

“We can spend lunch together as well,” Monroe said, now trailing soft kisses past my cheek. “You can tell me what you’re in the mood for, and I’ll pick it up for us.”   

I remained silent, drawing in a deep breath as she pressed fleeting warm kisses down my neck.

I couldn’t think, much less string words together to make sense.

All I could do was nod silently, feeling her hand travel down between my thighs that she subtly parted.

Every thought I had evaporated as soon as she pressed her hand against me.

My eyes rolled closed, and pleasure quickly clouded my judgment, whether I liked it or not.

“Ro,” I breathed out as soon as she slipped her hand past my leggings. “I thought you had to get ready for work.”

“I have time, darling,” she murmured, delicately caressing her fingers against my folds.

It made me moan, unconsciously parting my legs wider for more, especially when she applied pressure against my clit.

My head immediately fell back, gripping her closer to me for more.

“Perfect,” she murmured so softly in my ear, making me moan deeper.

I could feel myself getting more and more wetter with arousal, especially as she continued rubbing my clit.

It made me arch deeper, wanting to feel her inside of me.

“Monroe,” I breathed out, digging my nails into her covered back.

“Use your words, darling,” she said so softly. “Tell mommy what you want.”

Her words made my entire body burn up even more.

“More,” I didn’t hesitate to say, “Please more,” I added in a more polite manner.

I gasped slightly when she immediately slid two fingers past my folds, my eyes rolling closed with a choked moan.

“There—right there,” I rushed out, arching against her fingers curled inside of me.

I heard Monroe hum softly in approval, curling her fingers deeper with each stroke.

It made me whine and moan, shifting underneath her as I quickly approached my climax.

I could feel how wet she had gotten me—how seamlessly her fingers slid in and out of me.

It made my orgasm approach even quicker.

So quick that I couldn’t possibly keep up.

My head felt dizzy with pleasure, and my body felt so tense.

That’s when I hit my peak entirely, gripping Monroe as close as I possibly could for stability.

Everything burned around me, moans and whimpers spilling from my lips as my legs trembled profusely.

Until finally, I went limp underneath her, gasping for air as I tried to catch my breath again.

I felt Monroe gently slide out of me as I got my breathing under better control.

The way she looked at me when she pulled away made me feel so fucking flustered.

Whenever she openly stared at me, I always felt more shy, but there was something behind those blue eyes of hers.

I’m not sure, but it made me feel like a nervous girl with her first crush.

Monroe was still as calm as ever, gently pulling the covers back over me as I cuddled back into the couch.

Now I really did feel tired again.

Monroe had quite literally fucked me back to sleep.

The couch was really comfortable, too.

It was like one of those cloud couches, so I didn’t mind sleeping another hour or two downstairs while Monroe went to get ready for work.

She also ended up making us breakfast.

I woke up to the smell of it in the air and her gently shaking me awake.

I kind of didn’t want her to leave for work yet.

Then I would be all alone in this house with nothing to do but schoolwork and binge-watch shows.

I was really excited to hang out with Zion and Sarai later, though.

We were all just going to do dinner—nothing crazy.

Monroe even offered to bring a dessert, which I found really cute of her.

It would be nice to catch up with them.

I planned to tell them me my mother and I are on good terms again, but leave out all the other details.

Like how I had to leave Seattle to even speak with her.

Or how I was drugged by god knows who.

And just the overall issues we’re facing with Monroe’s parents.

I would keep it all vague with them, but enough details to keep them filled in.

It feels really nice to even be able to say I’m on good terms with my mother again, honestly.

We hadn’t talked since yesterday morning, so I sent her a quick text to say hi and make sure she’s doing okay.

Then I spent my day distracting myself with schoolwork.

Monroe did spend her lunch with me, but it was very brief, especially with the traffic she endured to get to me.

She barely had time to take a few bites of the food she picked up for us.

Then she had to quickly head back to the office and get ahead of any further lunch hour traffic.

Once she left, I decided to let myself decompress and binge a few movies.

I honestly was going a little insane inside.

I knew there was no way I could do this another day.

We’re going to have to figure out a better solution than this.

At this point, I’m open to security or something.

Anything but being cooped up inside all day.

I guess today was sort of a nice down day, maybe.

I just don’t want to do it again.

I definitely like relaxing or lounging throughout the day, but I also like to have the freedom to go and do stuff.

It feels like when I don’t have the freedom, I think harder about it.

But Monroe’s happy.

She’s at ease.

I know being out and about makes her worry more, especially with everything that just happened with her parents.

I knew it would come to this, honestly.

I knew once those drug test results came back, Monroe would want more control over everything.

She needs it, actually.  

I still need to talk to Kaia, too, so we have to find a middle ground on all of this.

I planned to talk to her tonight about it, and just be honest about Kaia—maybe after leaving Zion and Sarai’s.

I was a little nervous honestly, especially with how serious she takes all of this.

I didn’t want to trigger a breakdown for her, or make her feel out of control.

I wasn’t sure how to navigate this.

There’s a lot of unpredictable external influence here that I can’t technically guarantee for her.

I could barely get through getting ready without overthinking like crazy about all of this.

At some point, I wondered if staying home for her would just be the easier choice here.

Also, safer?

It was definitely a thought.

I just wasn’t sure if I agreed yet.

“That looks really good,” I murmured, eyeing the strawberry cheesecake Monroe had grabbed from the backseat.

“I’ll cut you a slice once we’re inside, darling,” she didn’t hesitate to offer me, making me smile slightly.

“Perfect,” I said, reaching for my door to slide out of the warm Bentley and stand on my feet.

I was unconsciously smiling ear to ear—yes, because I was excited to see my friends.

But also because it felt nice to be outside after being cooped up all day.

Zion and Sarai even blew up my phone during the last couple of days without my phone, so I knew they were equally as excited to see me.

I was nearly walking on sunshine beside Monroe, heading inside the familiar apartment building and taking the elevator up to their usual floor.

I hummed to myself as we stepped off into the hallway, approaching their familiar door.

I eagerly knocked before Monroe could—who stood beside me with her arm around my waist.

She was still in her work clothes, a white button-down and black dress pants.

Her hair was tied back, her bangs framing her face perfectly.

Meanwhile, I didn’t bother dressing up.

I just wore a pair of leggings and a frosted camo hoodie that fell to my mid-thighs.

I came here to eat my way into a food coma and catch up.

“Libs,” Zion greeted me as soon as he opened the door, smiling widely.

“Oh, and what did you bring?” Sarai popped her head into the door frame to ask, making me smile in amusement.

“Monroe picked up a strawberry cheesecake,” I said as we walked into the apartment.

“That sounds good. I haven’t had cheesecake in a long time,” Zion said, briefly hugging me before hugging my girlfriend.

“I got it from a local bakery, so it should be pretty good,” Monroe said as I hugged Sarai next.

“Ugh, I can’t wait—now I just want to skip dinner,” Sarai joked, walking with me towards the kitchen.

“I’m gonna go ahead and have a slice,” I determined with a shrug, “We’re adults now. We don’t have to worry about dinner like that.”

Sarai chuckled, “Yeah, I guess you’re right,” she determined as Zion and Monroe slowly joined us over in the kitchen.

They already seemed to be conversing about random day-to-day topics.

It’s actually really nice how easily they’ve hit it off.

They practically talked the entire time while Sarai and I focused on the cheesecake.

Whether it was cutting us off two slices or eating it in a few bites.

God, was it so good.

And instead of spoiling my dinner, I was really excited to spicy chicken wraps they made.

There was also mac and cheese on the side, which I ended up scooping onto my wrap each time I took a bite.

Zion and Sarai ended up trying it, but Monroe naturally stuck to the basics.

It was a really good meal, honestly.

And yes, I did have another slice of cheesecake after.

“So,” I murmured, setting my fork down on the plate. “My mother and I talked.”

My words immediately caught both of their attention.

“Oh no,” Sarai murmured, slowly setting her fork down.

Meanwhile, Zion looked frozen, processing what I just said.

“It wasn’t a bad talk,” I quickly clarified. “We actually uh…” I trailed off, a slow smile growing on my lips as I glanced over to Monroe. “We’re all good now.”

“Huh?” Sarai asked, clearly surprised by the shift, “Really?”

“Just like that?” Zion clarified, making me chuckle slightly.

“Yes, just like that,” I said in amusement, “Monroe really helped too.”

My girlfriend hummed in agreement, “Being present allowed me to see her intentions.”

“And they were good?” Sarai said, blinking a few times.

It was honestly hilarious how shocked they were by all of this, but also realistic, given what they've heard about my mother.

“Better than good,” I clarified, smiling even wider. “It was so good for us. We’re officially back on good terms.”

“Wow, good for you, Libs,” Zion didn’t hesitate to say, nodding a few times as he processed all of this.

“That was really all you wanted,” Sarai said, her lips twitching up slightly. “I’m happy you guys hashed it out.”

I nodded a few times. “Me too,” I murmured, gently grabbing Monroe’s hand from under the table to hold in mine.

I’m really happy she was there to help with everything, especially with calling my mother out still.

I kind of let all her bad decisions float away the moment I knew she had chosen me as her daughter again.

Monroe was more of a grounding force.

She ensured my mother’s intentions were good.

“We were lowkey worried when you didn’t answer our texts,” Sarai admitted as she stood from the table.

I nodded, trying to think of the best excuse for that.

Other than the fact that I genuinely didn’t have my phone.

“Yes, Liberty was very occupied with catching up on lost time with her mother,” Monroe suddenly spoke before I could, as we all stood from our chairs.

“Wait, maybe we could do the traditional Thanksgiving dinner this year. You remember the ones Mama Maris used to cook up, Libs?” Zion said as we all walked over toward the kitchen.

“Yes-yes,” I quickly said with a growing smile, recalling the distant memories of the holidays.

Specifically, when both of my parents were still present.

“I really hope she’ll be able to do Thanksgiving this year,” I murmured, setting my plate in the sink.

“I hope so too—I kind of want to experience what you guys are talking about,” Sarai said with an amused look.

“Me too,” my girlfriend casually added, making me chuckle.

She's the cutest.

“Maybe I can convince my mother on it,” I said as Sarai set her plate in the sink with mine.

Then we all walked off toward the front door, determining it was time to call it a night.

I also felt really full.

Food coma full.

I swear I couldn’t wait to even sit in the car, much less rest my eyes during the entirety of the car ride.

Monroe always drove so smoothly—I could always relax during any drive.

It was also lightly raining, which helped calm me even more.

I knew I needed to talk to Monroe about this whole staying inside thing once we got to her house, which made me feel a little nervous.

Maybe I could wait until after the weekend?

I didn’t mind the idea of staying in with her and doing fun games or watching movies together.

It sounded nice.

I definitely need to mention Kaia, though, since I need to text her back about when to meet up.

“Thank you,” I murmured as I stepped out of the car past Monroe, who held the door open for me.

“Of course,” I heard her say as I walked through the garage.

The idea of jumping into bed was all that weighed my head down as I entered her house, the familiar floral smell gathering around me.

But then I saw them.

Seated at her dining room table as if it were theirs.

They had the usual rigid posture and an unnervingly calm expression on their faces.

I could physically feel the blood drain from my face, wondering if I was still asleep in the car and dreaming all of this.

But no.

This was real.

Leon and Clarisse Leclair were sitting at Monroe’s dining table.

How they got in here was beyond me.

Now I see where my girlfriend got her ways from.

She has a key to my place to get inside whenever.

It seems her parents have a key to her place—probably even mine while they’re at it.

I quickly glanced over when Monroe emerged further into the house.

I wanted to walk her right back out to the garage and shield her from this—from them.

But it was too late.

Her blue eyes were already locked on her parents.

And I could immediately notice her shoulders stiffen ever so slightly, or her chin tilt back to correct her posture.

It looked like a habit for her.

Even the way her hands twitched by her sides.

I knew this was the straw.

She’s never letting me leave this house now.

“Monroe,” Leon spoke first, an unsettling smile spreading onto his thin lips as he glanced between us. “Ms. Fierro,” he briefly acknowledged me.

I furrowed my brows the moment Clarisse’s mauve-painted lips tilted into a smile.

It made shivers run down my spine, how dark her eyes felt, but there she was fucking smiling at us.

“Join us,” Clarisse said, motioning us over. “Oui?”

What the fuck is going on?

What do they even want to discuss?

This is it.

Now that they’re here, this is definitely it.

They wouldn’t come to Seattle for nothing.

They want something from us.