The door closed to the Noceda household. Willow gave one last look and a wave to Hunter as he sat in the top window. He waved back. She always looked so cute in her green summer dress. Especially since she and Amity had been doing each others braids more and more often. They had been experimenting with something called a 'French Braid' whatever that was. It was apparently from some country in the human world.
Luz and Vee argued over who was in shotgun while Gus hogged most of the back to himself. Finally the housemates all drove off. The old car puttering around the corner. Hunter took off the blanket he had wrapped around his shoulders. He felt a little bad deceiving his friends like this. After all he did care about them all deeply. And he also knew just how terrible being lied to was…
But he also had to find a little bit of free time with Camila. He was starting to go crazy. It felt like it had been months and months since their last little fuck session. Although it was just a few days at most.
He walked to the bedroom door. Slowly kicking off his socks. He shimmied out of his shirt and left it on the floor. The others were going out to see a few of the famous Connecticut tourist sites. Which Luz insisted were not a thing. But Gus apparently had dug up a few different areas that should be of interest to them all. The human obsessed little man was incredibly good at investigating.
Hunter gripped his belt and pulled it out. His pants bagging a little around his muscular buttocks. He licked his lips. The two of them had been acting coy around each other. Sneaking little looks. Biding their time. Neither wanted it to be just a quick slam bam thank you ma'am sort of love making. It was unspoken between the two of them. They wanted to savor it.
And in the silent house they had all the time they needed. Hunter poked his head around doorframes. First into Camila's bedroom, the blinds were drawn and the bed was made. Books were stacked everywhere. He glanced into a storage room. Still empty. He headed back towards the staircase. Taking the steps two at a time.
She was seated on the living room sofa. Her back straight. The TV off. She still stared straight ahead. As if hypnotized. Camila's shoulders looked tense. She was wearing a gray t shirt, a pair of blue jeans, and her hair was loose and flowing in curls around her cheek and chin. Making her slightly rounded face look curtained and mysterious.
Hunter paused right behind her. His bare feet had padded weightlessly from staircase to sofa. He pressed his fingertips to her shoulders. Camila let out a tense sigh. Slowly easing into his impromptu massage. A very bad massage but a massage all the same. She let out a gasp as his thumbs dug into her shoulder blades.
"We're alone now." He whispered. She nodded.
"We can do anything we want. They won't be back for hours. Maybe not even until tonight." Hunter said. A feeling was stirring in his core. Like he had too many sodas and too many bananas in one sitting. She bit her lip. Still not making a sound. Hunter let out his own little sigh.
"Camila…please….don't you want to?" He said into her ear. He was talking more like a lover. A private moment between adults. Between people who had never wanted anything more then each other.
"I…I want to." She whispered. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. "But Luz…and Willow…"
"What about them? Besides I asked Luz if it is okay to go after someone that you care about. And I care about you. I want you. I want you so badly." He pressed his nose to her hair. Giving it a little kiss. Her hands crawled upwards and gripped his fingertips. Squeezing the strong calloused magic makers.
"We can't keep on doing this in secret though. Eventually they will find out. And the moment they do it won't be pretty. And the longer that we keep this from them the more it will hurt them. It's not right of us. It's not fair to Willow. Or to Luz. Or to any of them. Their your friends. They are my responsibility….We should…we have to…"Camila looked over her shoulder at Hunter.
His eyes were deep. And his lips were pressed together. Such full lips. Such kissable lips. There were small scars around the corners where he had chewed on them for too long and too hard. Camila let out a shiver of joy.
The two closed the distance between them. Pressing their lips together. Their mouths hungry for the taste of the others tongue. Eager to swap saliva. Camila's hands reached upwards and buried themselves in Hunter's hair. Tickling his scalp. Her fingernails leaving little crescent moon shaped marks on him.
Hunter gripped her shoulders. Slowly he eased one leg over the side of the couch. He pushed her down as he pushed himself up. Soon she was on her back. Her legs wrapped around his hips like she was a woman two decades younger. A college grad trying a new position. Eager to fling herself around.
Camila let out another gasp. Hunter's hands had rushed down her sides, and slipped underneath her shirt. Pushing it upwards. His eagerness mixing with his desire. Her moans came out suddenly. As easily as breathing. It was either moan or end it all. Surrender to the debauchery. To the wrongness of the situation.
She gulped as he pushed her shirt upwards, ever upwards. Until it was right above her tits. Her bra was simple. An unadorned white and black boob holder. Hunter gazed at it as if it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. His fingers stretched out, a little snap and the bra flopped open. Her breasts bounced a second. For such large melon sized udders of unparallelled pleasure, they defied gravity. They defied logic. They were hypnotic.
Hunter leaned downwards, his tongue popping out. He waggled his tongue tip on a nipple nub. Stimulating first the left, and then the right. Camila gasped and giggled, her face turning brighter and brighter. She wiggled in his grip. Her hands going down to her jeans and pulling them off. She had to shake her hips from side to side to finally get them slipping.
The rasping sound of denim on thigh meat almost sounded like her body sighing. Giving its consent to what was about to happen next. Her pussy lips were starting to get wet. Starting to get just as eager as Hunter was. He continued to switch from nipple to nipple. Licking and sucking, flicking and playing. His mouth left a long trail of spit connected from one breast to the other. He kept on switching over and over. Popping off, moving up, moving over. And then latching on again. His hands also worked her tits. When his mouth was on one boob, his other hand would knead the other. Treating it like a ball of raw dough. Squeezing and massaging. Pressing and pumping. His hands were sinking into her breasts. Making dimples in her flesh. His teeth left small marks along her body. Almost as if he was leaving his own thumbprint in her.
Camila let out a little groan. Her teeth were standing on edge. All of the crazy amounts of simulation was starting to get to her. She tried to keep a clear head. Tried to think of all of this in a borderline rational way. After all she was a mother, a home owner, a care taker, a fucking VET….but all she wanted to be treated as right then and there was as a woman. A lover. A human being that could touch, be touched, and give love in the most wild powerful sexually charged way possible.
And Hunter was providing it. He was staring at her eyes like they were works of art. He was sucking on her breasts like they were pieces of the sweetest candy. He was touching her like she was the softest most mind boggling thing in the universe. And his fingers just wouldn't stop!
He brought one hand down to her sex. His fingers touching her through the thin cloth. She was wet within seconds. And after a few minutes of pressure she was groaning. Holding his shoulder and head. Keeping him in place. Gripping onto him like he was a life preserver and she did not want to drown. A churning sea of pleasure was crashing and shifting inside of her.
Camila strained and gasped. Her toes curled. She finally kicked off the slippers she had been wearing. Hunter's toes curled too, and his tongue wobbled on the very top of one of her pleasure knobs.
Camila gasped and made a ridiculous face. Eyes rolling beneath her eyelids. Teeth gritting like she was chewing beef jerky. And cheeks wobbling and red. Her hips bucked upwards. Rubbing harder against Hunter's fingers. His fingers pressed firmly against her panties and a small amount slipped inside of her. Just up to his first knuckle. But that was enough to get her off.
Camila was gasping as her hips wiggles. Her thighs clapped and Hunter groaned against her sweet skin. She smelt of lilacs and soft showers. Of a well lived in house and the rare scent exclusive to milfs.
Hunter finally yanked his head off of her cleavage. Their faces were red. They panted to catch their breaths. And then Hunter's eyes hardened. His military training starting to kick in. And part of that training included a lot of stamina and endurance. Which meant that he wasn't even starting to get tired. Camila felt her heart go pitter patter. She let out a joy filled shriek as Hunter scooped her up.
Within moments she was rearranged, pulled around, flung about. And finally came to rest on the sofa. On her shoulders. Her legs dangling above her head. Knees cocked and feet hanging over the back. She looked up at Hunter in amazement. He smirked. Satisfied at this complicated yoga position. She felt like she had been flung there like a used suitcase.
"You really think this is—" She was cut off when Hunter buried his face between her thighs. His hands gripping her ankles and pushing down. Her first orgasm had washed over her. Making her brain go flat and spongey. Waiting for more pleasure to pump through her and bring her to another level of nirvana. And Hunter was more then willing to get her there.
He licked the soaking wet pussy. Her slippery juices played over his tongue like a fine wine. The kind that only gets better with age. He slurped and licked and squeezed her hard. As if he wanted to see his hand prints start to pop up on her. As if he wanted to mark her, claim her, say that this body was his. That they were lovers. As if every mark, every hicky, every bite, every suck, every handprint was him declaring his love for her, his lust for her. His overwhelming boner breaking desire for her body.
Camila let out a little grunt as his tongue assaulted her insides. Now she was not one to complain about oral. After all the best lovers had good box munching skills. And only real men willing put their lovers genitalia in their lips. But Hunter was treating her like she was a fucking ice cream cake.
His tongue and jaw were working at her. Slurping and licking. She wondered if his tongue was twice the size of a normal humans. Then she wondered if that was true of all witches. If it was then Luz was going to be a VERY pleased wife.
Camila let out deeper and deeper grunts. Soon devolving into just letting out a deep bellow. Her pussy walls were slick with his spit and her desire. His hard work was paying off. In the way she bounced back against him. In the way that her glasses rapidly fogged up. In the ways that her stomach twitched and jiggled with every last move that he made.
His dick slapped her firmly in the forehead. His cockhead was oozing out pre cum. Just licking her out was getting him hot and horny. She could definitely see that he was going to be wild when they finally got to the final stage.
And then just like that Hunter pulled away. He gripped his shaft, rubbing his fingers over it. He slapped his palm against the side a few times. A thick anaconda sized vein popped out. The sort that was known to leave scar tissue on the inside of a woman. That was no man's dick. That was the cock of a breeding bull. A stud that was exclusively found between the book covers of poorly written cowboy erotica.
Hunter flicked his thumb over his slippery cockhead. His penis was almost winking at her. Daring her to deny it. Camila let out a shaky breath. And she spread her legs. Hunter let out a delighted little squeal. A high pitched delight that encompassed all of his joy. All of the pleasure he had been holding back.
He dug his fingers into her thighs. Spreading her legs until she winced. He then carefully slid himself into her. His cock head nosed forward, spreading her pussy lips as easily as he spread her legs. Diving deeply within her secret sexual chambers. Finding every nook and cranny. Finally his balls hit against her entrance.
Camilla let out a long sustained moan. Her body adjusting to his length. Hunter paused and stared down at her. It was a bit of an awkward position since she had her face somewhere near his knee caps.
"You okay?" He asked. Worry etched across his face. He wanted to give this woman pleasure not pain. Never pain. She grinned up at him, thin lipped and sickly.
"Everything is okay! I'm fine Hunter! Just…oof give me a minute. It's been a while. And you are very big. Plus I haven't been fucked-fucked for a long time. Just…" She let out a few pants as she adjusted herself. The position might have been pleasurable and super kinky. But it wasn't exactly comfortable. She felt like all the blood was rushing to her head. This would be an ideal pose for a porn star. Or for a woman half her age. But she was really starting to feel the strain. On her back being supported by a mountain of pillows was probably the most comfortable pose for a woman her age.
Finally she let out a sigh and gripped the sofa cushions. Crushing something beneath them. Chips probably. Vee loved to vegetate in front of the TV with a big bag of them. Sometimes the basilisk left crumbs.
"I'm ready…Let's get it on." Hunter didn't need any more permission then that. He pushed himself forward. His balls pressed against her entrance. Then he pulled back. Back and forth. Back and forth. Like he was sawing through a log. Her pussy lips were leaking. There was barely enough room for him in there.
The soft sound of flesh hitting flesh plapped through the house. The sun shined lovingly on top of the small household. As lovingly as the lovemaking that was commencing inside. Hunter groaned. His nose wrinkling. Her body was starting to get sweaty. And that just left a small almost glowing hue to her.
He paused and wiggled his hips. Making small figure eights with his butt. Her own ass was clenching and relaxing with each thrust. Her mind was melting. Not wandering, melting. Thoughts and feelings were mixing and twirling. Turning into a stew of pure pleasure.
Camila let out a high pitched giggle. The kind that came from the very anxious and the very excited. Her body was loosening up. Intense work outs did that. Her fingernails were working into the cushions. Leaving dents. Tearing a small hole. The fire like passion dancing between one part of her body and another part of her body made her lose track of time. Of position. Of reality itself.
She felt like he was really making her body his own. Like he was forcing it to twist and melt. Remolding it. On the one hand that was insane. On the other hand it also felt freeing.
Camila felt her orgasm crash out of her like a sea. The escaping pleasure echoed their gasping groaning symphony. Neither of them needed any words to tell the other how they felt. Those words would have been made redundant. And probably would have been silenced from the hot sounds of their bodies mating.
"Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck." Camila intoned like a broken record. She could not hold herself back. Her next orgasm came. She was amazed, surprised, gobsmacked. It had been years since she last had an overpowering orgasm like that. Let alone three so close together. Making love like this…being pressed and pushed and entered and FUCKED…It reminded her of being young. Of when she first married Manny. Of the way that they would just spend entire days exploring each other's bodies. Chasing each other around the house. Nude, sweaty, breathless, chests rising. He would scoop her up and place her on a counter. He would corner her when she was taking a shower. He would find her lounging watching some sci fi rerun and lay down next to her.
They did not wear clothing that often at home until she got pregnant. Why bother? It was just going to wind up on the floor anyway. Camila felt her heart hitch. Her wedding ring squeezed warm and comfortably against her finger. Her legs shifted and her mouth popped. Spit was glazing the inside of her throat like a donut frosting.
Hunter's balls rubbed against her face. Going from forehead to nose to chin. His pumping cock was pushing her pussy into a brand new shape. Refiguring it into the perfect hole for pleasure. Into the perfect hole for his pleasure. Rewarding it with a back breaking orgasm.
Camila moaned and shifted. Her hair shaking against his toes. Hunter groaned. He was in the zone. His chest was rising and falling. His breathing was controlled. His biceps were throbbing. He was the very image of a wonderful powerful beast, a machine, a military man, a being designed with the perfect body in mind. And yet he was also relieving so much pressure. He was embracing what he had always wanted. He was engulfed in love. His feelings of joy were being transmitted as acts of pure unrivaled lust.
His stomach was fluttery with butterflies. The same fluttery butterflies he would get whenever willow gave him a thumbs up, or a pat on the back. The sort of butterflies that come from being near someone you truly care about. His teeth gnashed and bit at the air. He curved his back and flung his head upwards. The veins in his neck standing out as thick as vines.
Hunter's nostrils flared and he pumped himself all the way to the base. Her ass cheeks slipped into his hands. He pressed the large fun bags together. Making Camilla squeal in enjoyment. Her eyes focused immediately on his balls. They tightened and then splurged his cum inside of her. Wads of semen flooded her awaiting womb. Pumping the chamber full. Then spreading thickly down her pussy walls before exploding with her own orgasm around his cock. The two let out long hard gasps.
Hunter collapsed backwards. Sitting on the sofa beside Camila. Her booty still in the air and twitching a little. A thick sloppy chunk of his love dripped down her stomach. A glob of cum finally reaching her tits. Long thick streams were working out of her. The sheer amount was mind boggling.
Camila let out a satisfied sigh. Her legs were throbbing, her womb was full, and her head was lolling on the top of her neck. Hunter's fingers absentmindedly went to her pussy and to her ass. He gently rubbed and played with the mess. Making his fingers sloppy again. Her twitching pussy seemed to be trying to escape his hands. But he merely chased after her. His fingers found her clit and began to flick and twist. Making her wiggle and gasp. Her hands came down to her head. Knuckles dragging against the carpet.
"Hunter…darling…please we've got to…" She didn't know how she was going to finish that sentence. Stop? Too late for that. Clean up? There was still time. Go again? Her body was still twisting in amazement. She felt like she had run a marathon. The house reeked of their combined love making.
"That was amazing Camila. Thank you…thank you so much." Hunter said. He leaned over and gave her ass cheek a little kiss. A planted little peck. Just to make her shiver. Camila slowly and carefully slid off of the sofa. Hunter watched with a small smile. His eyelids were heavy and he felt ready for a nap.
Camila got onto the floor. Between his legs. Her eyes stared upwards at him. Her glasses catching the light. Hunter gazed back down. His breath was still hitching slightly in his chest. She leaned forwards and gave his dick head a little kiss herself. The scent of her pussy was mingling with the taste of his jizz. The thick heady addictive feeling of needing more more more more ripped through her.
Her breasts were squeezed between her arms as she gave his dick another kiss. Then began to relax her jaw. She worked his cock down her throat. Taking the entirety of it inside of her. Hunter let out a squirming little giggle.
Then she began to increase her speed. Her gulping growling schlepping wet blow job taking all of her concentration. Her nostrils were thick with his pubic hair. Her eyes were wet with desire.
Her heart was beating in a way that only her husband had ever awakened within her. She shifted so that her feet rested beneath her haunches. She could feel his cum draining out of her. Sticking to the floor. Making a mess on the carpet. Her body was begging for more. Eager for more of his love. Almost as if it was making room.
Hunter gripped the back of the couch and ground his teeth. His chest was as red as his face. His body was also craving it. Her tongue game was strong. She managed to slip her face all the way along his thigh. She cupped his balls. They sat so perfectly in her palm. Like a little fidget toy. That she got all to herself.
Camila's eyes began to fill with tears. She was just so fucking happy! Hunter's orgasm worked its way up his shaft. Coming upwards, upwards, and finally spurting like a glorious geyser across her lips. The thick wads of cum spurted cheekily out between her lips. Making her teeth slimy, her breath short, her core burning. The fire that he had awoken within her was raging. And even if her body could hardly keep up…she wanted more!
Hunter panted, his cock spurt out another thick rope of cum. Making the layers across her face look like a cobweb. She took her glasses off, picked up her discarded shirt and cleaned them off.
They didn't even say a word. Just panted, staring, the early afternoon sunlight bathing them in a glow. The glow of lovers. The glow of desire. The glow of passion.
The door slammed open suddenly. Luz walking in while holding her small hand held satchel. It was leather and made with discarded buckles she had found at the dump.
"Yo I forgot the-WHAT THE FUCK?!" Luz shouted at the top of her lungs. Camila gasped. Her hands instantly smacking onto her breasts. Her nipples sending out a wave of confused pleasure.
"Oh." Willow said as she stepped in behind Luz. She looked between the nude blushing Hunter and the cum coated Camila. Luz was standing, eye twitching, hands held up in claws of confusion, mouth slack and body rigid.
Willow surveyed the scene before her. Eyes blank, arms dangling by her side.
"Alright then."
The sound of her half clicking half stomping filled the house. Hunter sat on the living room in silence. Staring down at his hands in embarrassment. Willow clicked through the hallway. Spun around the corner. And marched behind the sofa that Hunter was sitting on. He stood up and turned to speak to her.
She just turned her nose up all the higher and ignored him. Her braids bouncing against her broad shoulders and strong back. Hunter got off of the sofa and followed after her. But it was tough talking to her back when she was moving so fast. Grabbing the few snacks she would need for her work out.
She turned, gave Hunter the iciest glare he had ever received. Then strode past him with a dismissive sniff. He stood in the kitchen and rubbed his face in complete defeat.
"Well I mean the good news is that she didn't yell at you?" Gus spoke from where he was sitting eat his sugar frosted chocolate bombs. The kind with super extra high fructose corn syrup. Apparently only humans made stuff this disgusting. And also apparently only human beings in the United States of America ever actually made, bought, and ate the stuff. The quality of food in the country was actually remarkably low.
"And she seemed less angry right? Her dismissive snort wasn't as strong as yesterdays….right?" Hunter asked hopefully. Gus sighed and shook his head.
"Nah man, if anything she sounded angrier. It's the subtle notes toward the end. You know the sort of head tilt and gruffness in the shoulders."
Hunter deflated at that and sighed in defeat. The entire house had been walking on egg shells. There was no music being played, no wild board game nights, no crazy conversations and arguments at all hours of the day. People were just sort of drifting in their own little orbits. Trying not to step on each other's toes. It was not going too well.
Gus took another spoonful of milk. It was turning blue from the dyes. He chewed the crunchy liquid and studied his buddy. Hunter sighed and gestured to a chair.
"Can I sit down?" Hunter asked awkwardly. Gus gestured grandly with his spoon. The front door slammed shut. The plates rattled in their cupboards. Hunter sat in the chair and rested his head in his hands. He closed his eyes and let out a breath.
"I fucked up pretty badly huh?"
"Bro you're telling me." Gus said with a snort. He pointed the spoon accusingly at Hunter. "Just because we're talking doesn't mean I'm not mad at you. Or at least confused by what happened. I definitely don't get much of a say in all of this. You're just my buddy, and you hurt my best friend in the whole wide world. Willow should have told you her feelings earlier, and Mrs. Noceda should have known better. But really I don't get any say in this. Luz has much more of a reason to be mad at you. I mean….you fucked her MOM dude."
Hunter let out a distressed whine and placed his face on the table cloth. His brain felt like it was melting. The atmosphere in the small house had been thick as a brick for the last week and a half. Willow wasn't talking to him or Camila. Amity kept on shooting him the darkest looks (And she already had him on a pretty short shit list so that wasn't great.) And Luz had to physically leave the house whenever he was in it.
Otherwise she would just straight up attack him. She had thrown her shoes, a plate, some stuffed animals and a cast iron skillet at him a few times. She wasn't even talking to him anymore. Just flinging whatever was within easy reach at him.
"I….I wish I could explain it." Hunter grumbled in distress.
"Try to explain it to me then." Gus sat back and crossed his arms. His sugar rush would probably hit within a few minutes. You really weren't supposed to eat two bowls of this stuff every day. But they were a very special treat. Gus picked a very persistent chunk of sugar out from between his molars.
"I….I really do like Camila."
"It is so weird to hear her first name. She's always been Mrs. Noceda. Or Luz's Mom. But Camila? It's a cute name." Gus gestured his hand. "But continue."
"I do like Camila a lot. I didn't know that it was that big of a deal. I've never really been trained with any of that stuff. Romance you know? I just sort of expected everything would be okay. Or fall into place. Or we would figure it out together….."
"It is a little weird since she's like twenty years older then you." Neither of them mentioned that as a Grimwalker Hunter was technically hundreds of years old. But he only really remembered the last eighteen years of his life. So that didn't really count too much right?
"And I was going to tell you guys. All of you. Eventually. But….I mean…"
"You didn't expect us to walk in on you two on the living room floor. Man I still can't look at that rug the same way. You two were going at it like college kids in their prime." Gus said with a bit of a quip. The quip was pretty much the only thing keeping him grounded.
"Could you please take this seriously?"
"Look it's a crazy situation. I'm trying to keep my head wrapped around it. So the jokes at your expense are probably going to keep on coming. Just like you were, with Mrs. Noceda. Last one. I promise bro." Hunter let out a sigh and sat back up.
"I was planning on explaining it eventually. But I'm not even sure we knew what it was. I liked her a lot. I still like her a lot. And I still like Willow a lot. Hell I feel the same way towards Willow that I do for Camila."
"What…so you were planning on having two girlfriends?" Gus asked in amazement. Hunter blushed and fiddled with his thumbs. Rolling them over each other.
"Maybe? Yes? I mean…There were hopes…I hoped that I could maybe convince the two of them to….I don't know…."
"Go on dates? Shower together? Share a bed and thoughts and feelings and hopes for the future?" Gus said as he stood up and put his bowl in the sink. His chest was starting to feel tight. So he drank a glass of water and tried to focus on his breathing.
"Yeah. And just do other couplie things. I was going to discuss it with Willow and Camila at the same time."
"I'm pretty sure Camila would have just told you to go after Willow dude. Just like all of us were advising. You picked that up right? That everyone thought you should just ask Willow out right?"
"Well in hindsight that is super obvious. But I really didn't pick that up for a while." Hunter said pouting a little and tapping his fist against the table.
"We don't need to make like a graph for you to get this man. Not even you are that dense." Gus brought a glass of water over and offered it to Hunter. The two sipped their drinks and Hunter scrubbed at his face.
"So what do I do? Apologize to Willow? Apologize to Camila? Try to convince Camila to keep on dating me? Are we even dating? Try to make up with Willow? I don't want to hurt her. And I do want to go out with her."
"I think you should start by apologizing to Luz. I mean you were balls deep in her mom. In front of her. In her living room. That is probably going to need a lot of therapy to deal with." Gus pointed out. Hunter sighed and chuckled.
"Out of talking to everyone I think she will be the scariest." Hunter chugged his water and smiled at Gus. "I…Am glad that you listened to me."
Gus held up a hand with a small smirk.
"As someone who has dealt with weird relationships of someone refusing to talk to or explain situations….It can be tough. But be honest. Be open. And actually work this shit out Hunter. Because otherwise it's all going to come barrelling down on you and it will be so much worse." Hunter stood and took a deep breath.
"Okay. First thing's first. Luz….Wish me luck." Gus gave him a thumbs up and started to clean up the kitchen table.
Willow sat in the garden bed. The one directly underneath the kitchen window. The open kitchen window. Where she heard everything. She pulled her knees up underneath her chin and felt her heart do a weird fluttering dance in her chest. She closed her eyes and sighed.
Hunter walked up to Luz's room. He knocked twice. Right above the cool picture of the badger entwined with the snake. She said it was from this cool novelty gift shop somewhere in a weird place called Oregon. Amity swung open the door with a glare. As if she had been expecting him.
"Nope." She said slamming the door closed quickly. Hunter sighed and hung his head. He knocked again. Right on the picture of the epically drawn owl face. The one kept right in the center of the door. Either as a tribute or as a warning. It wasn't quite clear which.
"I'm not going until we talk Luz." Hunter said again. There came a shuffling on the other side of the door.
"She is not speaking to you!" Amity shouted through the thin door. He could see her shadow underneath the door. He knocked again. He knocked again.
"Look I really don't want to shout through the door at you. Can we please just come out here and talk? I know that you're mad and you have every right to be, but I really need to talk to you about this and clear up—" The door flew open. Luz was still in her PJ's even though it was pushing noon. Her hair was a wild slicked up mess. The normally happy go lucky overly optimistic formally diagnosed autistic was glaring at him. Her face was meant for smiles and grins, cheeky smirks and affectionate roasting. So seeing a frown that deep, that dark, that overwhelming, was shocking to say the least.
The bags under her eyes were a dull brown and her jaw was squared angrily.
"Mad? You think I'm mad?" She said with the crackle of intensity only heard in fires.
"I know that I—"
"Dude I'm furious! I'm pissed off! I'm…I'm…I'm….UGH! There aren't enough words to describe how fucked up and weird and messed up and just….disgusted I feel! You fucked my mom! You fucked My MOM! Who does that!? Who fucks another person's mom!? She pretty much has been acting like your mom! And you…you….you fucked her! And why there? Why then!? You couldn't have waited until we were all gone for a longer time? Or until I was dead? What makes you think that I will ever be okay with any of this? That I could be okay with any of this? I am officially squicked out beyond belief!" She took a long hard inhale and then continued to glare at him. Her chest heaving, her eyes watery with rage. Her jaw set in frustration and pain and just plain hurt.
"Luz I…I don't think I can apologize for it though." Luz stared at him. Then quirked an irritated eyebrow.
"Well out of the literal millions of different outcomes I wasn't expecting that one."
"And we've been running through them. We've been talking that stuff over." Amity glared at him from around the doorframe. Her cotton candy colored bob bouncing slightly. Hunter glanced between the two and then gestured behind them.
"Can I come in? Can I sit down? Can we talk? Please? I've missed you guys." Amity glanced at Luz. Luz did a bunch of weird eyebrow moves, wiggled her nose. Even clenched her jaw. All of the secret talk that couples could use to get an entire conversation across without actually speaking.
"What?" Amity asked completely lost. Just because Luz spoke it, didn't mean that Amity was fluent in it at all.
"Ugh. I was asking what you think?" Luz asked again. Clearer this time. Amity glared at Hunter one more time and then held up a warning manicure in his face.
"One wrong move. One wrong word. One wrong THOUGHT…and I am breaking your knees. To start with." Hunter nodded eagerly. Even just threats were a good start. They'd been giving him the silent treatment for weeks! This was definitely a step in the right direction. Or some sort of direction at least.
"Sooooo if you guys are going to have a full on convo….Do you mind if I just jet outta here?" Vee slowly eased around the trio. She grinned sheepishly at Luz and Amity. "Because while this is a bit of a 'sibs' meeting….Well I don't think I need to be here for this part…."
"But….Aren't you mad? I mean with Mom and all?" Luz asked with a frown. Vee tapped her chin and then turned to Hunter with a scowl.
"Yeah….But I've got my own plan for revenge." Hunter gulped and paled as the basilisk in her human disguise continued to frown up at him. Everyone stood in the narrow doorway for a few more seconds.
"And that revenge is?" Hunter asked. He doubled up with a groan. Vee put her foot back down and slapped her hands together.
"That." She said with a frown. "Now we're even. I've already talked stuff over with Camila. So it's all on you guys now. But just know this. If you break any more hearts I'll punch you. And I punch a lot harder then I kick." Hunter grunted and felt a bit of drool drip down his chin, he nodded in understanding.
"I don't think I deserved that." He mumbled. Vee patted his head and walked past with a small grin on her face. She walked down the hallway with a swish in her generous hips.
"Man she is one bad ass snake. I want to be like her when I grow up." Luz said with a chuckle.
"I'm pretty sure she's older then you." Amity responded before ushering Hunter in. Luz and Amity sat on the bed. Hunter took the rolly chair and sat with his elbows on his knees. He looked between the girls for a few seconds before taking a deep breath.
"Okay so first of all do you need to be here?" Hunter asked Amity. She frowned and crossed her arms.
"Yes."
"Fair enough. Second of all….I'm….I'm not sorry for what happened. I'm sorry that I didn't explain what was happening sooner. Or—"
"Normally apologizes don't start with you refusing to apologize dude." Luz said in disgust. Hunter sighed and opened his hands helplessly.
"Luz I really like her. I also really like Willow. And I wanted to tell you guys how I feel. How I still feel. But I thought that this was okay. Or normal….I even asked you guys questions about it. I thought you gave me the go ahead."
"I thought you were talking about WILLOW! How do you even mistake the two of them? Sure they're both kind, strong, a little dorky, caring, scary when pissed off, powerful, maternal….Oh my fuck." Luz rubbed her forehead in annoyance. "They both wear glasses too. Man I should have seen that coming. Is that why you like them both? Because they're so….similar?"
"I mean….among…other…ahem qualities." Hunter said blushing and glancing in embarrassment to the side. Luz glanced up with a very dangerous eyebrow quirk.
"Qualities?" She hissed warningly.
"I mean you've got to admit….your mom and Willow are both sort of….full figured?" The pillow hit him right in the face. He snorted and another rained down on his head. Luz grabbed the edge of the mattress, yanked fruitlessly a few times, and then grabbed a few balled up socks and flung those next.
"Don't! Talk! About! My! Mom's! Big! Butt! UGHGHG!" Luz groaned and scowled at him. "Why would you mention that? Why would you put that imagery in my head?! Yuck! Yuck! Yuck!" She balled up the blanket and flung that at him next. Hunter sighed and held up his hands in defeat.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I should have phrased it better!" He tried to defend himself. Only for Luz to gag, yowl, and then start laughing. Her eyes widened, she was staring at nothing. And she was just letting out massive belly laughs. Her eyes wide and unfocused. Her nose wrinkling. Her entire body shaking.
"L-Luz?" Hunter asked nervously. Amity shrugged helplessly. She touched her girlfriend's arm and Luz finally collapsed onto the ground.
"Oh man. This is so messed up dude." Luz said with a snort. "I mean….you fucked my MOM! I can't even look at her the same right now. Or you. Or poor Willow. I mean….how can this be fixed? Can it be fixed?"
"Luz….I still want to be your friend. I still am your friend right?"
"Hunter….we're sib's. Whether we like it or not we are basically siblings after all of the bullshit we've gone through together. But…." Luz let out a long breath of disgust. Her eyes closing. She leaned her head back on Amity's knee.
"But dude I can't even look at you right now. I've got to talk to my Mom. I've got to make all of this make sense. You've got to talk to Willow. Or apologize to her or something. I know you two weren't dating. But from what you've said….Do you really expect her to want to date you after what you did?" Hunter fiddled his thumbs together and stared downwards.
"I…I do like her. I still like her. I still like Camila too. Is it really so bad? To want to make both of them happy?"
"Ooof. You really were raised by a narcissistic psychopath weren't you? Normal people don't think like that." Amity said with a scowl. Definitely unimpressed with the entire situation.
Camila stepped out of the back door and came to a skidding halt on the back porch. Her gardening gloves were in her back pocket. The key to the shed with their rust covered abomination of a lawn mower were in her front pocket. And Willow was sitting in the garden bed encouraging some plants to grow.
Camila glanced down at the little glasses wearing girl and felt her heart go pitter patter. She knew about Willow's feelings for Hunter. You would need to be blind or insane not to notice them. And she had definitely wanted the two of them to work out. After all Hunter was adorable, Willow was adorable. It just made sense right?
But here she was complicating matters. Since she couldn't control herself the one time that it was fucking necessary. Camila took a half step back to go back indoors. The porch door creaked and Camila winced. She felt like she was back in middle school again and some douchebag wasn't letting her sit at their empty table.
Willow glanced up. She was red faced, some scuffs of dirt on her knees. Some more dirt and mud underneath her thick fingernails. Willow shot up and rubbed at her eyes quickly.
"Oh! Camila! Sorry! I didn't know you were going to come out here. I'll let you garden in peace." Camila took a deep breath, tried to calm her beating heart and shook her head.
"Actually. If you're up for it. I would love the help. She gestured at the back yard. It butted right up against the forest. The deep dark woods kept on dropping sticks in the yard. And the grass was starting to get overgrown.
"If you're up for it." Willow took a deep breath herself now. Her face a bright red. She couldn't get the image of Camila out of her head. The sweat, the stickiness. The brief moment of pure unbridled inhuman bliss. And the fact that she was in the living room, the community room, the room that they all shared….That just kept it ingrained in her head all the more.
The two worked in silence for a pretty long time. Digging, mulching, just maintaining the yard. Picking up sticks, yanking out weeds. Willow was able to identify most earth plants by now. So she was actually a massive amount of help. And Camila was a good patient teacher. So they didn't have to worry about it taking too long.
The two worked in silence. Sometimes pointing something out. Other times asking a clarifying question. But mostly just being quiet and alone with their own thoughts and each others company.
Willow studied the lawn mower. It was a large misshapen thing from the early nineties. The bright red top had slowly rusted to a dull orange. The wheels were starting to bend on their axels and the plastic wire was fraying. Camila gripped the rip cord and gave it a firm yank. Her arm flying up.
The motor let out a weak sputter and failed to turn over. Camila took a few deep breaths to center herself.
"Alright come on baby. Come on come on come on. Work with mama here." She took a stronger stance. Bent her knees and pulled again. The engine coughed and let out a very scary grinding noise. Willow let out a yelp and jumped back. Her foot streaked out and she gave the gas guzzler a firm kick.
The engine roared to life for a brief moment. The small backyard shed filled with rotten fumes of long old gasoline. Camila let out a whoop of victory. Only for the engine to die, sputter, let out a cough and then turn off.
"Ah…curses." Camila said in irritation. Willow was hugging the doorway. One fist to her chest and a nervous laugh stuck in her throat.
"You humans sure do know how to make things….loud." Willow said in amazement. Camila sighed and pulled off her gardening gloves. She gave the broken beast another half hearted kick. It didn't even sputter this time.
"Eh, she was getting old anyway. Time to retire her. It's too bad though. I've had that thing since Manny and I first moved in together." Camila cut herself off with a blush. Willow let out a sigh and stared intently at Camila.
"Should we talk about the elephant in the room?" Willow asked pointedly. Camila grabbed a couple of lawn chairs that were covered in spiderwebs and pulled them out into the yard.
"We might as well. Come on." The two sat in the afternoon sunlight. Staring at the back of the house. The light was starting to hit the cheerful paint job and make the windows shine. Willow was fiddling with her running shoes string. She glanced at Camila and then away. Camila had her lips pressed into a fine line. Her own eyes looking downtrodden at the shadows.
"Okay. So….Willow I'm sorry." Camila said softly. Willow looked up in shock.
"I mean….It's not like I had a claim to him or anything. He can do whatever…or whoever he wants." Camila was a bright red at this point. She turned to Willow with a small frown.
"That isn't what's important chica. I'm not stupid. Or blind. Or man hungry. Contrary to popular belief sex starved cougars are just in porn." Willow let out a little chuckle and rubbed her thumb over a callous.
"Yeah well the two of you could have fooled me." Camila sighed and straightened up. The cheap plastic was biting into her bare legs. These chairs were much like the lawn mower. About ready to be retired.
"I'm serious though. I do care for Hunter. I care for you too. I care for all of you. I think of you as my kids. I want you to be happy. To be happy together. And I also know that what I did was wrong."
"But it wasn't! You deserve happiness too right? You and Hunter! And he does like you! And I like him! And I know that we can figure it out and find a way for all three of us to get through this! We can share him!" Willow said, her breath coming out all in a rush. Her words crashing and clambering over each other. Like she was afraid she would not be able to say them if she didn't get them all out at once.
"Que?" Camila said flatly. Willow felt her chest tighten and her face turn bright red.
"I mean….It doesn't have to be just one of us or the other right? Don't you think….Couldn't it be possible….Couldn't we share him?" Willow said softly. "I know he makes you happy right? Don't you deserve a little bit of happiness too?"
Camila blinked in abject amazement. On her bingo card of life, being propositioned by a younger woman and man had never really been part of that. She felt her chest tighten, her heart go all a flutter. Her eyes widen. And she repeated herself.
"Que?"