Author's Note: This is for Mel. She encouraged
me shamelessly. There's even special attention to the fact that Bobby
looks good in brown eyes (protect me from Kerrie "Bum-Bum-Bum-Bum-Bumble
Bee Tuna" Smith when she gets back for deserting our cause, okay?).
SMUT. I wrote SMUT. CANON
yes, there are sexual situations in here. Hetero-Bobby runs rampant.
If it makes you feel ooky or creepy or make you feel offended, don't
read. That's all I'm gonna say about that.
Will get to replying to feedback soon ... honest!
**Standard Mice Disclaimer**
Mice is in no way associated with the Marvel Comics Group. She is
merely trying to write a story and this is all she has to show for
it. A noble effort. Though she would one day like to be paid for writing,
please don't send her any money (send mail to firstname.lastname@example.org
on instructions to send her money). Bobby Drake and Warren Worthington
do not belong to her, but to the Marvel Comics Group. Annie Peckenpaugh
is of her own mind. Any archiving of this story that is unaware of
her attention will be ily received (Read: Tiki Curse). If you e-mail
her, explain your intentions to archive the story and address of your
archive, she will be MORE than gracious and will probably do something
nice for you, like bake you brownies, not to mention permission to
archive the story. In truth, she just wants to know where she can
drool over the sight with her name. If you want to e-mail her comments
(read: FEEDBACK), do it at email@example.com.
Good or bad, you'll still probably get some brownies out of the deal,
but it's not really that great of a reward because she can't cook...except
for spaghetti. She makes goooooood spaghetti.
This is part of a larger series called, "Everyone
Says I Love You". The series can be found at
(un)frozen - http://alykat.hispeed.com/unfrozen/
Wolverine and Jubilee fan fiction site (I keep forgetting, bad me!
Aly, you're next.
**Now onto the SMUT**
When in Rome
"Robert Drake, why do you have a pair of thong panties on your
"I derive power from them, Warren. When I wear the panties,
I am a god."
"Just on your head, right?"
Warren sighed in relief as he shook his head. "Who's are they,
It was Bobby's turn to shake his purple thonged head. "You'll
"Sure I will ... I know they're not Cloud's because they would
"Okay ... uhm ... uhm ... damn it, Popsicle, you really haven't
had much play, have you?"
"I can't believe you just said 'play,' Warren Worthington."
"You stole them, didn't you? Panty raid?"
"Nope. I was given these as a souvenir."
Warren's eyes gleamed. "Of?"
Bobby blushed. "You know..."
"The waitress from Coffee A-Go-Go?"
An evil smile overtook Warren. "Lorna..."
"Lorna was your first?"
Bobby nodded again.
"How was it?"
Bobby blushed again. "She said she had breath mints that had
"But she let me keep these..." Bobby pulled the panties
off of his head and played with the material. "They're like a
"Lorna Dane or no Lorna Dane, I'm still vaguely disturbed by
this, Bobby. Do you do this often?"
"Only in moments of crisis. When my love life isn't going the
way I want it."
"Pretty much a twenty-four hour thing, then?"
"Don't make me pelt you with Opal's panties. If you thought
the pants were big--"
Warren turned green. "More Annie angst?"
"Always with Annie angst." Bobby crashed himself on his
bed. "I got the panties out to help stimulate my mind as to what
I could do to show her that I'm different from Hank." Bobby turned
to Warren and glared. "Not a word. People have strange things
that comfort them, isn't that right, Mr. Shoe Sniffer?"
Warren blushed at once at the memory of Bobby catching him indulging
in a particular fetish.
"If you could get those shoes on your head, you know you would."
"Bobby, you can't spend all your time in here with Lorna Dane's
panties on your head doing nothing. Read, watch television, do something
creative, but for the love of god, Frostbite, do something!"
Warren got up to leave. Before he exited to the hall, he turned and
asked, "You did wash those things, right?"
Bobby growled and threw a Koosh ball at the door as his friend left.
He grabbed Lorna's thong and scrunched it into a ball. "Okay,
panties. I'm going to throw you and you will land in a spot in my
room. Whatever you land on will dictate what I will do to fill out
the rest of my day. Ready?"
The panties nodded. As best as panties could.
"Angel's away!" Bobby exclaimed as the panties flew threw
the air. He watched as they fell on an old sketchbook. He grabbed
it and opened it up. In it were his various drawings and sketches.
Some were of animals and inanimate objects. But there were other pictures.
He flipped past various sketches of drawings he had done of different
women in various stages of undress. Bobby never had a live model,
though he had asked each of his girlfriends/dates as they cooed at
the thought that he had artistic talent. Opal came the closest to
agreeing, but they had broken up soon after that agreement.
The pictures were tasteful and well done, at least in Bobby's mind.
He didn't draw them out of repressed stirrings in the middle of the
night, but because he loved the female form. There was something about
the simple, curvy lines that made them up that he found incredible
pleasure in drawing.
He closed the book up at once and with a large grin on his face,
went to his closet and pulled out his black v-neck sweater and dark
gray slacks. Tonight, he was going to be in full artist mode and full
artist mode required artist food.
Annie Peckenpaugh's eyes went wide as she looked around the many
different aisles in the supermarket with all the different foodstuffs.
It was late at night and she was craving something, but didn't know
Well, I know what, she thought bitterly, But he's out again
with ol'Clay-Drool... Annie had taken a quick dislike to Emily
Clay-Poole. She knew that the surgeon would soon be working on her
knee so she could go back to athletics, but she knew that the good
doctor had a horrible crush on her good doctor. And right now, they
were out having dinner.
Annie grabbed a box of Rice Krispy treats angrily. "Stupid Cyber."
"At least get the peanut butter ones ... peanut butter and
chocolate ... far superior to the plain."
Annie lifted her eyes to what she thought was Bobby Drake, except
Bobby Drake never wore black anything. Bobby Drake didn't wear cute
and sexy glasses. Bobby Drake didn't have brown eyes. Bobby Drake
didn't own Converse sneakers that had written on the soles, "Hungry
Like Da Wolf."
Okay, that last part was exclusively Bobby Drake.
"Will you look at you, Bobby Drake..." Annie smiled. Bobby
was a good looking guy, in a playful, frat boy sort of way, dressing
always in small, maintainable fashions whose main point of functionability
was to lounge around and dick around in. Except for the powder blue
tuxedo that never failed to make her laugh.
But this was a different Bobby Drake, one who didn't seem to be "on."
"Yeah, I'm wearing slacks ... clean ones, too. It's not my usual
"It should be, Bobby," Annie looked on appreciatively.
"You look intelligent."
"The glasses help."
"I didn't know that you needed glasses..."
Bobby sighed. "It has to do with my freezing abilities ... it's
wearing on my eyes, since the tissue is really sensitive. I usually
wear my contacts."
"So you have brown eyes?" Bobby shrugged. "Yeah. Just
another brown eyed boy."
"You look good, Bobby. I mean that."
Bobby took the moment to grin and bask in the moment.
"Big night, planned?"
Bobby broke out of his reverie. "What?"
"Your basket ... interesting."
Bobby quickly groaned as he remembered what exactly was in his basket.
The strawberries, cherries, and grapes he could explain, but the paintable
white chocolate and the magazines were going to be a tough sell.
The hole Bobby was digging himself got deeper.
"I've never known anyone who was so ... uhm ... expressive?
No, that's not the word ... uhm..."
"It's not what you think, Annie..."
"Hey, Bobby, if you want to whack off with strawberries, that's
perfectly all right...! I mean, I lived with guys, I know how it is!"
Annie was blushing scarlet.
"I'm drawing tonight."
"Is that a euphemism?"
Bobby swallowed hard. "I felt restless tonight and decided I'd
draw tonight. I can't afford a live model, so I bought the magazine,
which you will find is very tasteful."
"The fruit and the chocolate?"
"Finger food. It's light, sweet, and compatible with the sketches."
Annie nodded. "I guess it's not a fried chicken sort of thing."
They both laughed nervously until Bobby looked at her basket. "Let's
see ... corn chips, salsa, little bagel pizzas, cookies and cream
ice cream ... the chips could provide some discomfort, but if you're
into that sort of thing..."
Annie promptly hit him in the gut.
"Truce, truce! You wouldn't hit a man carrying innocent fruit,
"Show me this man you speak of and you shall see."
Bobby smiled sadly. Back to the old "Bobby = still in puberty"
"Can I see them?"
He shivered a bit as she asked. "What?"
"Can I see your drawings? I'll understand if you say no."
Bobby managed a small grin. "If I let you see them, you are
sworn to never tell any of the others of this hobby of mine."
"Bobby, who am I going to tell? The German hottie who I stammer
around or the woman who doesn't know I exist because I come up and
under her large breasts?"
"Which one is that?"
Annie threw up her hands in frustration. "All of them!"
Annie huffed and let out a sigh. "So was that a yes?"
"I told you I wouldn't tell."
"Yes, but there is one thing that is missing from both of our
baskets that would compliment the night."
Annie's eyes lit up and dashed away. "I know exactly what you
Bobby choked a bit as she saw what she came back with.
"I'm not good at selecting wines, but I think this one should
be all right..."
Bobby was thinking more along the lines of a six pack of Yoo-Hoo.
But this could work.
Annie sat and bounced herself on Bobby's bed as he poured the wine
into two glasses that they swiped from Hank's lab. Hank was a wine
aficionado and taught Annie best he could his knowledge of wine and
surprisingly, with a few meager sessions, she could pick out wine
better than he could. She felt confident about the choice she made
tonight; a nice sparkling white wine that would bring out the fruit
and would even go with the Rice Krispy Treats. As Hank had learned,
Annie always knew the right wine to go with Rice Krispy Treats.
She smiled as he handed her a glass and unsheathed his a large, thick
envelope. He held it nervously in his hands and fumbled with the cover.
"I've kept this since I was about, uhm, fifteen ... It's a portfolio
of my best stuff ... and not so best, that line tends to be fuzzy.
Annie nodded. "Let's see."
"Right," Bobby said, voice nearly cracking with the sudden
dryness in this throat. "Right," he said a tad deeper. He
lifted the various drawings out and spread them on the bed. In them
were portraits of Lorna Dane, the woman that Bobby had thought for
the longest was his personal emerald goddess. He had sketched her
less than an hour after she took his virginity. The sex may have only
lasted a short bit of time, but he remembered every inch of her body
and it showed on the paper.
The next drawings were ones of Cloud, her famed puffs of condensation
removed, leaving what Bobby considered to be the real Cloud.
There was a large series of a proud, blonde woman with yellow eyes
and a fiery aura in a series innocent poses. There were more of these
than anyone else. At these, Annie looked up to Bobby.
"She's someone who flirts with my dreams, sometimes," Bobby
The next pictures were of Opal. In each picture, she seemed to be
discontent and grew moreso with every picture. These pictures were
not as innocent as their predecessors and often showed Opal in the
most degrading light.
Bobby blushed as he moved those away. "Those were done at a
very rough time in our relationship. I was pretty angry."
Annie nodded and continued. In it, she found some small sketches
of faces she didn't know, and some she did. The one of Rogue in full
flight caught her eye particularly and as she caught Bobby's eye,
he promptly looked down to the floor. There was one of Jean pouting
and hiding in her hair. Storm walking through a forest. Bobby spoke
up for that one.
"That's as close to a model as I ever had. I saw her walking
one night in the woods out back and took the time to sketch it."
Annie finished off her glass of wine as she put the pictures down.
"Have you ever drawn me, Bobby?"
Bobby took his time by finishing off his glass of wine. "More?"
Annie smiled shyly. "Have you?"
Bobby nodded slowly as he poured.
"Can I see them?"
"Absolutely not." He handed her glass back. "I would,
Annie, but they don't do you justice."
"How do you figure?"
Bobby smiled as they turned to face each other. "Well, the others,
I've seen nude. Or in spandex, which is nearly nude. I've seen in
you in few dresses and your regular clothes, so I have to guess a
Annie smiled. He was cute when he fumbled for words. She reached
over and touched his hand. "Can I see them anyway?"
He was back. I'll Do Anything to Make the Girl Happy Bobby. He sighed
dreamily in the back of his mind. In fact, all of the Bobby's were
sighing dreamily. Even Bad Bobby. Bobby wasn't sure to make of this,
but forgot about all the Bobby's as he handed Annie his sketch book.
He flipped around to the back where all the recent sketches were.
He waited for any sound to come from her, but only heard the flapping
of the pages.
Finally, after a long silence, she spoke. "Damn, there's a lot
Bobby shrugged. "Well, if you wouldn't go around fully clothed,
there wouldn't be a need for a lot of sketches."
"It's all wrong, Bobby. For one, I'm not an outie. What made
you think I was an outie?"
"I thought all imbred hicks were outies."
All Bobbys groaned in unison.
Annie sat her wine down and pounced on him. Bobby's wine spilled
onto his shirt and soaked her pants as Annie pinned him down to his
bed. "Say that again, ice for brains!"
Bobby could have easily pinned her. Bobby most certainly did not
have to stay pinned down. But all the Bobby's agreed that not pinning
her down was a wise decision. "What? That your sister's your
Annie giggled as she tucked her hand under Bobby's sweater. "What
Bobby began twitching as she began to tickle his sides. Now it was
time to pin her.
"What was that you were saying, Annie? Oh, yes. That you weren't
an outie ... well, let's just see about that..." Bobby took her
wrists and with one hand, pinned them behind her head. His legs locked
around hers so she couldn't escape or kick as he took his free hand
and lifted her cotton t-shirt a little, exposing her belly button,
which was an innie. "I guess you were right, Annie."
Annie smiled from her position. "Will you let me go then?"
"Let's see, do I relinquish control over the young nymph that
is squirming around in my bed with her belly button exposed? Am I
really that dumb?"
"I'll let you draw me."
Bobby's grin faded. "Annie?"
"If you let me go, I'll pose for you."
He took a moment to stare at her face, determining if this was or
was not a sick joke. He gently let go of her wrists and unlocked his
legs. She got up slowly, taking her time to stand up. There was a
deafening thud in his ears as he found himself saying, "Annie,
you don't have to..."
Annie smiled. "But I do. There were a million more minor mistakes
in your sketches that need correcting." She lifted her green
and white base ball shirt and tossed it on the floor. "How much
do you need?"
Bobby went over to his easel and began to adjust it accordingly.
"How much do you feel is comfortable?"
She slid off her bra and laid back on the bed. "We'll see if
you can get the top half of me done satisfactorily and then we'll
see about the rest."
Her hand went for the bag of grapes that Bobby had cleaned with his
ice abilities. The coldness of them startled her and she dropped it
on her chest. "Bobby!" She flicked the grape off and it
beaned him on his head.
"Ow! That hurts, you know!"
"Well, couldn't you defrost them more?"
"I'm the Iceman! If you want warm grapes, go find the Lukewarm
Man or something..."
Annie rolled her eyes and batted away the grapes to the floor and
into a pile of laundry. "I'm blaming my erect nipples on you
and only you, Bobby."
"You know what I mean."
"I do. Please understand that I'm choosing to ignore that."
Bobby took his pencil to the easel and proceeded to sketch.
"So does that mean that your nipples are always erect?"
"Annie, right now, it's all about your nipple."
Annie let this go for about ten seconds. "Seriously, Bobby.
Bobby stared at her for a moment. "Why are you so curious, Miss
"Because," she replied as she took a strawberry and dipped
it into her wine, "it's interesting."
"Well, if you must know, yes, and I'm a bit sensitive about
it, so if you--"
"How about shrinkage?"
The pencil Bobby was using flew out of his hand and he landed forehead
first on his easel. "Beg your pardon?"
"Gosh, Bobby, you really seem to be hard of hearing tonight..."
she giggled as she began to slurp on her strawberry.
He listened to her warm the strawberry up with her lips (he cleaned
the strawberries off as well) and after a few painful slurps, he decided
the balance in power must be shifted. He was not going to sit here
all night listening to her suggestive talk, half naked, and nothing
to show for it except for another cold shower. "Annie, I've decided
that you need to take the rest of your clothes off."
Her body sat upright. "What?"
"Who's hard of hearing now, Angina?"
"You're bluffing, Linus. As soon as I start unzipping my jeans,
you're going to blush and demand I put them back on."
"Then call my bluff." Bobby went back to the sketch, coolly
erasing a few lines.
Annie stared at his calm indifference as she began to unzip her jeans.
He would balk at any moment, now. She pushed the denim over her hips
and down her thighs. At any second he would stop her and cover her
up. She stepped out of the puddle of material on the floor and faced
him, confident of his insecurity. "Well?"
"Panties, too," he said without even looking.
Annie pouted as she kicked off her panties. "Bobby?" Bobby
Drake was quite aware that there was a nude Anna Gina Peckenpaugh
right next to him. He was quite aware that he was a few inches away
from her naked body and if he did not get her away from him in the
next few seconds, he would never get what he wanted. "Go back
to the bed, Annie."
Annie turned and walked back. For the first time since she became
fully nude, Bobby looked and hid his smile. Her body had a natural
roundness in it's curves and muscles with a softness that was not
often seen at Xavier's.
"Continue eating your strawberry."
Annie raised her eyebrows. In the past two minutes, Bobby had gone
from a weenie and a pushover to someone confident, secure, and in
control. She continued to lick and warm the strawberry up between
Bobby began to sketch her and began to fully admire her body. He
watched as her stomach swelled up and down with her nervous breathing,
the way she fidgeted with her legs, not being as comfortable as she
would have liked him to believe about being so exposed. He watched
all of this in wonder. His hand flew all around the paper, catching
her in different moments until the large sheet was full of Annie.
He laid his pencil down and began to rub his hand as he went to get
"With the first few sketches, yes."
"Can I see them yet?"
Bobby shook his head. "Not until I have it perfect."
Annie smiled as she motioned to the space beside her. "Come
here. Take a break. There's more wine."
Bobby made his way over to her and sat rigidly next to her. "Not
much more wine."
"Enough for you to have another glass."
Bobby smiled as she clumsily poured the wine, little splashes hitting
her body, and began to giggle.
"The bubbles ... they tickle...!"
Bobby let a grin escape as he took the wine glass away from her hand
and transferred it to the nightstand. He touched the surface of the
wine briefly and then flicked it at Annie's exposed stomach.
"Bobby, you're going to make a mess...!"
He bent down over her stomach and licked away what he had sprayed
on it. She twisted and giggled underneath his tongue happily. She
was still giggling as Bobby left briefly to go back to his easel.
He quickly captured that smile and went back to her, leaning across
her body. "Annie, how daring do you feel right now?"
Annie took him by a handful of sweater and brought him to her lips.
"I feel like I could do anything," she whispered before
she licked his lips with her tongue.
Bobby smiled as he reached over for another strawberry. "Did
you know that strawberries are my favorite fruit?" She shook
her head no. He brought the strawberry to her lips and traced them.
The strawberry was still ice cold and wasn't getting warmer with Bobby's
touch. "I don't care for them frozen, though." He traced
the strawberry down her neck and down to her breasts. "I was
thinking that I could warm them up around here..." He circled
the strawberry around her left nipple, which had already been pointed
by the cool air, but when he touched it, her eyes closed and she let
out a little sigh. "What do you think, Annie?" He walked
the strawberry over to the other nipple and proceeded to have the
two dance around each other on her breast.
When she began to shiver, he brought his free hand to her left breast
with a touch that was surprisingly warm. His lips went for her ear
lobe and kissed them lightly. "Can you keep doing that for me,
Annie?" She smiled and nodded, eyes closed.
He went back to his easel as she mapped out a destination for the
small berry. Bobby divided his concentration from his drawing to the
lucky fruit that was inching itself around to her belly button. She
sighed happily as the fruit went back north towards her neck. She
did that for the next five minutes and Bobby caught every moment of
it with his pencil. He looked at his drawings with slight satisfaction.
"Annie, would you like to try something else?"
Annie grinned and nodded. There was something about Bobby's voice
tonight that made everything seem like a good idea.
He went back over to his bed and took the strawberry. "Sit up
on your knees."
She obeyed him, fruit still in her hand which he removed from her.
He put the tip of it in his mouth and licked it. Bobby then placed
the berry back on her stomach, right underneath her belly button and
began to circle it.
He took it away briefly to dip it into the wine and brought it back
to her middle. The wine dripped down and found a new home on her thighs
and the course hairs of her cunt. He dipped the berry into the glass
again and went down further. "Open your legs a bit more,"
he commanded as he twirled the strawberry down her inner thigh. As
she complied, he brought it back up to where it touched her lower
lips. She let out a small gasp at the shock of the coldness and the
He brought her face up to look at his. "If you want to stop,
Annie, tell me now and I won't go any further. I'll never mention
any of this ever again and we can pretend it never happened. But if
you choose to stay..." He gently leaned in and gave her lips
another playful lick before nudging them open. His lips gently massaged
hers into a kiss. When it was over he leaned back and handed her the
strawberry back. "The choice is yours."
He felt her eyes on him as he moved back to his position at the easel.
He turned and looked at her with a blank expression. The corners of
Annie's mouth slowly curled upwards as she dipped the strawberry once
more in the wine and brought it back down between her thighs. "You're
not getting rid of me that easily, Linus."
Bobby turned his attention back to the paper and kept a steady eye
on it and Annie, who was slowly playing with the strawberry, the wine,
and with herself. Annie's arm went to her hair and her back arched.
She traced the strawberry back up to her collar bone and looked at
him. Her eyes were round and clear with a look of adoration and wanting
that he had never been given before. Bobby gave himself a moment as
he sighed happily. She wants me, he acknowledged. Not Hank,
"Keep that pose, Annie. Whatever you do, don't move..."
His pencil danced across the page and an image emerged quickly from
it. Completely satisfied, he went back over to the bed and took her
by the hand. "It's rough, but I think you get the idea."
Annie's eyes were glued to the soft lines on the paper. The woman
depicted on there was someone that she didn't know. The woman was
sexy and confident, both things she wasn't. But then again, Bobby
wasn't usually this calm and confident. "I guess this is just
a night of showing different sides to good friends."
Bobby grabbed her hand and pressed a quick kiss in it. "It's
a night of a lot new sides. I, for one, did not expect your back side
to be as lovely as it is."
She dropped his hand and turned her back to him. "You mean this?"
He put a hand on either side of her shoulders and kissed the back
of her neck. "That would be the back in question." Her hands
went to his sides and gathered up the sweater material that covered
his upper body and lifted it up and over his head. She sighed happily
as she felt his cool skin on hers. His hands slid down her arms before
holding her tightly. He kissed the left side of her neck and moved
down to the corner where neck meets shoulder. "Annie, get back
on the bed."
She complied, laying on her back with her legs opened slightly. He
took another strawberry and a sip of wine before moving his hand to
her opening. He separated her folds with is fingers and gathered her
wetness on the brave fruit. He then brought the berry to his mouth
and took a bite. "I told you, I love strawberries," Bobby
said with a smile as he replaced the previous spot of the strawberry
with his tongue.
His tongue was much warmer than the fruit had been and she welcomed
it. His tongue pressed into and around each and every one of her spots,
some loitering for a few minutes, others just passing through. Her
hips rotated to greet every twist and turn of his tongue. Her breath
quickened as his tongue began to sneak into her opening and she felt
her pelvis involuntarily thrust up. He put a hand on her stomach to
calm her down as he continued. He took the glass of wine and smiled
as she motioned for her to thrust her hips up more. Gently and sparingly,
he let the sparkling white wine trickle down her sex, causing her
to giggle and moan at the same time, after which, he wasted no time
in collecting the wine and her into his mouth. This time, he made
no effort to calm her hips down as the twisted and turned with every
motion of his tongue.
Bobby brought his face to hers and kissed her, this time, she kissed
him back. He brushed her hair back away from her face, contemplating
a million things that he could say to her at that moment. You're beautiful.
You're amazing. You're the best thing that's happened to me in a long
time. Each a hollow sentiment and not quite up to the task at describing
this moment. Except for one he had been saving for quite some time,
waiting for the right woman to tell. And as he looked down and met
her green eyes, he knew.
Bobby smiled as he continued to look down at her face. "It's
"I'm too fuzzy to play word games!" she protested, smiling.
"Don't worry about what it means. Just know that before anything
else happens, you are my Ivy Greeneth."
Annie smiled and brought her arms up around him. "I don't know
what it means, but I love to hearing you call me it." She raised
her head to kiss him and her hands brazenly stroked his back until
she found a belt loop for each hand. She grabbed them to pull his
waist closer to hers. She raised herself so she was kneeling, her
mouth trailing down his neck and around to his ears. Her hands occupied
themselves to the buttons, brads, and zippers that helped kept Bobby
clothed. They never stood a chance as she began to slide the material
easily off of Bobby's waist.
Bobby helped to kick off the increasingly unnecessary clothing and
Annie pulled back to take a look at a fully unclothed Bobby Drake.
A fully unclothed, well toned, and smooth lined Bobby Drake. "Nope.
No shrinkage," she giggled
"Thanks, Annie. Haven't heard that joke in a while," Bobby
said playfully while rolling his eyes.
"Get asked a lot?"
"You'd be amazed. The Human Torch doesn't get that question
... I guess with the fire portion inserted into his power, people
assume the opposite ... For fun, way back when, I used to shout out,
'Hard on!' instead of the traditional 'Flame on!' ... I couldn't tell
if his face was red from the comment or from the heat."
Annie laughed as she pushed him back, to where he was lying on the
bed. "That's what I like about you, Bobby. You always make me
laugh. You make me feel comfortable. It's been a long time."
She took her right hand and gently took his cock into her hand. "How
long has it been for you?"
"Since I've felt comfortable with someone else?"
"Since you've had sex."
Bobby closed his eyes as she began to slowly rub his erection. "A
bit. A long bit. Don't make me say anymore."
Annie nodded. "I've only been with Lindsay ... I don't know
how good I'll--"
Bobby took her free hand and brought it to his chest and held it.
"There is no possible way that you are going to let me down.
" He kissed her hand and motioned for her to come closer to him.
"You're my fantasy, Annie."
Annie closed her eyes and kissed his lips. She didn't even notice
that he managed to pin her again and didn't care that for the rest
of the evening, they spoke no more.
He woke up and looked down at his side, smiling, realizing that she
was still there in his room with him. He kissed her head and went
back to sleep.
She woke up seeing a familiar woman staring down at her with familiar
disapproving eyes. She felt Bobby's arms still around her from the
night before and swore. "Not now, Mom..."
"Yes, now, Angina. Get up, we need to talk."
Annie carefully disentangled herself from Bobby, leaving a pillow
in her place. Salem Brodie waited patiently as her daughter grabbed
Bobby's "I'd Rather Kiss a Wookie" t-shirt to cover herself
with and crept back to her room, her mother following her. "What
is it now?"
"I hope you don't expect that young man to be any better than
that Porn fellow you were engaged to."
"Don't say that, Mom. Bobby's different. He does care about
me. And I think it's time I move on."
"Hank would never do this. Hank's a doctor. You should be with
"But Hank likes that doctor woman. He's probably still at her
place," Annie bit her lip uncomfortably. "Besides. I care
about Bobby. Last night ... it was just amazing."
"You were drunk, Angina. Get enough alcohol in your system and
anything is 'just amazing'. That's how Frankie and I got stuck with
you, oh, excuse me, how I got stuck with you."
"'Stuck with me'? May I remind you that you died when I was
only two? And for a year before that, you were sent away to a sanitarium?
Stuck with me for a full year, give the lady a prize."
"I changed your diapers, I put my nipples through hell for you,
and I listened to you bleat, you damn well better give me a prize!"
Annie shook her head. "Look, no offense to you, oh wondrous
life giver, but I want to go crawl back into bed with Bobby."
Salem Brodie shook her head. "I don't think you are, young lady."
"And what makes you think I'm going to listen to a stupid figment
of my imagination?"
"Why are you so sure that I'm a figment of your imagination?
Don't you think I loved you enough to return for you, to care for
you in any way I could?"
"Well, no. You know I've never bought that. I believe that you
would return to bug the hell out of my father and Aunt Peyton, though."
"Okay, you caught me. I really could care less about you, it's
just a bonus."
"Are you sure you're not really Joan Crawford, pretending to
be my mother, who maybe really does love me and doesn't set out to
make my life resemble hell that much more?"
"Just hear me out, Angina. You didn't listen to me about Lindsey
Pornstar, listen to me about Robert Flake -- you think you're the
first girl he's drawn nude?"
"He told me I was his first model."
Salem laughed. "And you fell for it!"
"I think I'm smart enough--"
"'We were only practicing for a school play, honestly, Annie!'
Does that sound familiar?"
Annie tried hard to swallow. "I believe Bobby. He had no reason
to lie to me."
"How about to get you into bed with him? And do you think he's
going to care one way or the other if he wakes up to an empty patch
beside him? He's already got what he wanted. What have you got, Annie?
"How many other girls do you think he's said that to? You're
his fantasy, indeed. Look at you, freckle face! You don't even rank
against the women here! He grew up with a true red head bouncing around,
what makes you think he'd settle for you're muddy auburn head? Especially
when his own father is an adulterer?"
"I don't believe you."
"Call his grandmother, she'll tell you. She'll tell you everything."
Annie sat on her bed and covered her ears. "Just go away, okay?
I like it better when you're not here."
"I'll be back, my little Angina. And no matter what you say,
I made no mistake when I named you. I hate you, dearly."
With that, Salem disappeared from Annie's room, leaving her to contemplate
whether or not to return to Bobby's bed.
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