DeadlyRoyalty

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It was a lot for her to be here, a party. The pulsing and flashing lights, the music with bass she could feel rattling her lungs. She thought she could escape at the snack table, maybe avoid awkward conversation. But just as she reached for some pizza she was met with Milhouse and Bart across from her.

“You sure you wanna eat that Lis.” Milhouse gibed. “You’re getting a bit…chunky.” Bart started howling with laughter, looking like he was about to fall over.

Lisa frowned and wrapped her arms around her stomach. “Why would you say that? What makes that so funny?” Her body felt like it was trying to fold in on itself.

“It’s just a joke, babe. It doesn’t mean anything.” Milhouse crossed his arms and straightened himself.

Bart took a sip from a red solo cup and based on the strong smell, she didn’t wanna know what concoction was in there. “Yeah Lis, you gotta stop taking everything so seriously, jeez.”

Those comments only upset her more. “I don’t care if you didn’t mean it! Why would you think that’s okay to say!” Tears pricked her eyes. “And don’t call me ‘babe.’ No one who wants someone to be their babe would say something that insulting!”

She went to walk past when Milhouse grabbed her arm, his breath heavy with the scent of alcohol. “C’mon Lisa. You know I wouldn’t-”

“And yet you did.” She brushed him off.

Lisa ignored their calls after her as she walked further into the brush, going until the party music could barely be heard and the disco lights only left a faint illumination on the ground. She took a large, labored breath as the tears began to trickle out, the cold air a relief to her senses. She nearly collapsed against a tree, sinking into the roots at its base. She felt the twigs and leaves through her, now ruined, fuchsia dress.

She buried her face in her arms and let a sob rip through her. She knows she shouldn’t let it get to her but she can’t help it, it made her feel doubt and guilt that maybe it was her fault. Maybe if she had watched what she ate more, they wouldn’t have said anything. That thought only made her cry more. Her head was resting on her knees and her hands wrapped around her stomach, clutching it tight and when she felt the tears fall onto her arms she only held herself tighter.

She heard the crunching of leaves as someone walked towards her, their footsteps heavy. She was already upset and she didn’t want to deal with Milhouse or Bart’s fake, pleading, apologies. It would only make it worse. She took a deep breath before trying to level her voice. “Look, if you’re here to make some half-assed apology, I don’t wanna hear it.” She bit out.

“Sweetheart, I don’t think I’m the one who owes you an apology but I can try.” She recognized the deep voice of who’s before her. Her head snapped up to see a very concerned Nelson Muntz. “Why’d you leave the party, Lis?” He stepped closer and got down on his knee.

She turned away, trying to look anywhere but him so he wouldn’t see her tears. “Lisa…” He reached out to her but she shuffled away.

“I don’t wanna talk about it Nelson.” She murmured.

Nelson sighed, turning and pushing his back up against the tree next to her, their knees bumping. “Then I’ll sit here until you do.”

“No, Nelson, please. It’s really not that big of a deal. I’ll be fine.” She finally turned to look at him, hoping he would just listen and leave but that was a mistake. She saw his face, riddled with worry and cast in the dancing rainbow of lights from the party.

“Oh Lis…” He reached out hesitantly, when she didn’t flinch away he ran his thumb across her cheek, wiping away her stray tears. She tried to look anywhere and everywhere but his eyes. “You don’t have to tell me anything, sweetheart, you know that.” He took his hand that had wiped her tears and wrapped it around behind her. “Just…let it all out into me and not the tree.”

Lisa wanted to argue but in that moment something rose in her chest and she hiccuped out another sob as tears started to flow. Something about the way Nelson was treating her after what had just happened made her feel even more upset. His unconditional care for her. She didn’t even know if she deserved this because what if they were right, what if she was chunky.

Nelson didn’t try to rub her back when she cried, he just let his arm lay behind her so she would know she was safe with him. She leaned into him, inhaling the smell of smoke and fire that was coming off his vest. She glanced up to see him watching her with soft eyes and he spoke with an even softer tone. “What do you need, Lis?”

That made her break, she wanted to tell him everything. “Nelson-” Her voice cracked and she began to cry even more. His hand came to hold her lower back, the warmth spreading through her. “Nelson I-” She didn’t know what to say or even explain. She kept stumbling and hiccuping through the words, only getting more upset when she couldn’t speak.

He watched her intently. “Take your time, Lis.” He took a big breath in and out. “Breathe with me.” She nodded and took a deep breath in with him. At first it was a little difficult, her body shakily breathing and stabilizing in sync with his. He gently squeezed her hip and gave her a smile. “There you go, Lis. Look at you.”

Nelson had the most contagious smile, she couldn’t help her lips quirking upward a bit. “Take your time, sweetheart. Whenever you feel ready.”

She nodded and turned away, already feeling the tears coming back. She rested her head on her knees and took the last inhales of the cold night air. “Milhouse…Milhouse said I was chunky.” Lisa’s voice was barely a whisper. “And Bart laughed.” Now it was a murmur.

Nelson didn’t say anything, for a moment she thought he didn’t hear her until she looked back at him. His mouth was slightly agape, his brown eyes large. He opens and closes his mouth a few times, unsure of what to say. “He said you were what?” He finally got out, his voice tense.

She didn’t say anything and looked away again into the darkness, she knew he’d heard her.

“Lisa…” His tone was unsure. “Tell me I didn’t just hear you say that.” She didn’t answer. “Lis..” His hand on her hip tightened and his voice got louder. “I’m gonna-”

“Don’t do anything, Nelson.” Her voice was just above a whisper. “It’s fine.” She could feel her body shaking with every breath. “It’s silly to get upset over something so small.” That lie was meant to calm her down, not him.

“No-” He took a heavy sigh. “No Lis, it’s not silly to get upset over something like that. He insulted you.”

“He was drunk.” She said flatly

“Drunk or not, that’s not okay Lis.” He ran a hand through his hair. “And- and you said Bart laughed?”

She nodded.

Nelson spoke through gritted teeth. “That bastard! I swear-”

“I said it was fine Nelson.” Lisa’s voice was sharp and assertive. “I don’t need someone to stick up for me”

“Sweetheart, I know you don’t.” She could still hear the anger in his voice even though he was trying to be soft. “I just don’t like it when those dinguses are mean to someone like you.”

“I know, Nelson.” She looks over at him through the corner of her eyes. “I usually don’t mind your protective streak but…I feel like this is my fault.”

Nelson scoffs. “No Lis, none of this is your fault, they’re just being drunk assholes.”

“But-”

“No buts Lis, you’re beautiful. None of this is on you.” Nelson moved to hold her chin, making her look him directly in the eyes for the first time that evening. “Trust me sweetheart, I would know.” He chuckled and it made her smile but then something unpleasant crossed her mind.

Lisa’s smile fell and she hesitated as she chose her next words carefully. “Well what if I had just watched my weight…” Tears started to blur her vision and clot in her lashes. “I don’t know. I feel guilty for being self conscious because I’m not chunky. Does me being upset for no reason take away from the people who could actually be considered ‘chunky’ being upset? Should I’ve been more careful about what I ate? Downloaded one of those apps…” She trails off. “Or is all that silly too?”

“No, no, no. None of your feelings could ever be silly, Lis.” He gripped her chin tightly and used his thumb to swipe the tears off her face. “And don’t you ever think otherwise.”

She hummed and gave a bittersweet smile. “I won’t.” When his hand dropped her chin she turned back to rest her chin on her knees again. She could sense him still watching her and with a quick glimpse she could see his worried expression. “I’m gonna sit here a bit longer.” She wanted to give him an out.

“Okay. We’ll head back when you’re ready.” He didn’t take it.

They sat in silence, the faint sounds of music and the pulsing lights at their feet being the only things disturbing their serene environment. It felt nice to just sit like this with him, nicer than it felt just sitting alone. There was something about Nelson that made her feel safe, that made her feel like she could tell him anything. Something that made her tears stop flowing and her heart flutter.

“Thank you Nelson.” She muttered and looked over at him. “For everything.”

He gave her that same, contagious smile. “Anything for you Lis.” He then pushed himself into a crouching position and dusted his knees as he stood. “Ready to head back?” Nelson offered his hand to her. She reached up but stopped. “We can just leave, sweetheart. I’ll drive you home.” She took his hand and let herself be pulled up. He did it almost effortlessly.

She reached around to wipe the dirt off the back of her dress and Nelson took off his vest. “Here you go, Lis. Can’t have a pretty girl like you getting cold.” He winked at her.

The preposterousness of it made her giggle. “There’s that pretty smile.” She could hear the grin on his face. “Now, can I?” He gestured to his hand hovering next to her hip.

She nodded and then he did too, holding her hip as they began to walk back towards the pulsing lights. She wanted to talk more, but she didn’t want to ruin the comfortable silence between them. Now that her mind was cleared she wanted to know how he knew where she’d gone or how he’d known she’d even left. But before she could say anything, it got louder and louder as they reached the edge of the party. She clutched the vest tighter around herself, in some semblance of hiding from the people she was about to be surrounded by. Nelson pressed her into his side, sensing her urge to hide.

They stuck around the edges of the grassy clearing, trying not to be seen but it was short lived when she heard her name shouted. She looked over to see Bart stumbling over his own feet as Milhouse followed behind him.

“Lis, Lisa.” Bart slurred. “We-we’re- we’re sorry you got so offended by what we said.”

She crossed her arms and looked at him. “Oh, so it’s my fault?” She raised her brow.

“No no no-” Bart was cut off by Milhouse.

“You’re overreacting, Lis. We said it was just a joke.” Milhouse took a sip from the drink in his hand. “You’re such a prude. Come on…” He shakes the cup at her. “Have a drink with us, loosen up. You need it.”

She rolled her eyes “No I will not ‘loosen up’ because y’know what, I’m sick of this.” She raised her voice. “I’m sick of you thinking you can say whatever you want to me and walk away with no repercussions.”

“Lisa what are you-” Milhouse started but she flipped the cup he was holding from his hands, spilling it all over his clothes. “Hey!”

“And you!” She turned on Bart who held up his hands in feigned innocence. “Wait till I tell mom about what you said!”

“Woah! Hey Lis, let's talk about this!” He started to walk towards her. “You don’t have to tell her.”

“You heard the lady.” Nelson put hand against Bart’s chest to stop him from coming any closer. “She’s being generous by just doing that.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Bart crossed his arms.

“I mean Simpson, if I had it my way, you’d already be laid out on the ground.” Nelson shot back. “So I’d watch your tone.”

Milhouse scoffed. “Are you really gonna let him say that to us, Lisa?”

“I could say a lot worse.” She said through gritted teeth. “You’re pathetic.” She looked him and her brother up and down. “Both of you.” Milhouse almost lunged at both her and Nelson. Bart held him back and Nelson tried to pull Lisa behind him.

She tried to tune out Bart’s efforts to drag Milhouse away, watching their struggle for power. “Nelson.” His head snapped to look at her and she could see the way his eyes softened just looking at her. How the anger seeped out and all that was left was something like an unmistakable look of love. “Let’s leave.”

He nodded and looked back at her brother who was attempting to wrangle his drunk friend before nodding. “Yeah…let’s go Lis.”

In a rare occurrence, as Nelson guided her towards the lot, Lisa held up her middle finger. She could hear the hollering start and it gave her a good sense of satisfaction. When she looked towards Nelson she could see him shaking his head with a smirk painted on his face.

As they approached the lot, she could see Nelson had driven his truck tonight which would mean she wouldn’t have to worry about her dress riding up on his bike. He opens the door for her like the gentleman he tried to be around her. “Lisa.”

“Nelson.” She smiled before trying to get into the cab of the truck but she could barely get her foot onto the step. Nelson grabs her hips, causing her to yelp as he puts her in the passenger seat. He effortlessly puts a foot on the step she couldn’t reach and pulls himself up to grab her seatbelt. “Wait Nelson-” The seatbelt clicks before she can even finish and he’s already back on the ground.

“I said anything, Lis.” He winked and shut the door before she could retaliate. She sat there and held her hands in her lap, lips pursed and cheeks red.

“I can buckle my own seatbelt.” She mumbled as he climbed into the driver's seat and buckled his seatbelt.

He chucked again. “I know you can, sweetheart.” He turns on the car. “But you heard me.” He places one hand on the back of her seat as he backs up.

When he straightens out the car he places a hand on her knee, his one hand on the wheel was gripped tightly, his knuckles white. She wanted to ask why but she didn’t and the drive to Evergreen Terrace was heavy with silence.

When he parked in front of the light terracotta house, she tried to find what to say that wouldn’t make herself feel awkward. She heard him turn off the engine and looks at the house then back at Nelson. “Thank you, Nelson. I- If there’s anything I can do for you-”

“Don’t Lisa.” Nelson held up his hand and gave her a toothy grin. “I don’t need anything from you. All I ask is that when something like this happens, you call me, okay?”

Lisa really wanted to retaliate, invite him in or something similar. She’d taken so much yet gave so little but she knew if she tried, he wouldn't let her get out a single word. “Okay.” She nodded.

“There’s my girl.” Her cheeks flushed. He turned back and his hand on the wheel gripped it a little harder, knuckles seemingly going more pale. His hand on her knee gave a squeeze. “You better get inside Lis. I think I see your mom’s hair in the living room window.”

She turned around to look at the house again and she saw her mom’s beehive hair duck back behind the curtain. “I guess I should.” She really didn’t want to but she had too. She started to shrug the vest off her shoulders when he stopped her.

“Keep it.” He pulled it back up on her shoulders. “Gives me an excuse to see you again.”

She feels the pink on her cheeks spread to her temples and ears. “Okay.” Her voice is quiet. She closes her eyes as she slides slowly out of the car, landing with a thump, and turning back to shut the door. She turns and stretches on her tip-toes to rest her chin on the rolled down window. “Goodnight Nelson.”

She hears him take in a sharp inhale. “Goodnight sweetheart.”

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Lisa awoke to the soft snores coming from her boyfriend and his breath blowing against the hair behind her ear. She let out a small groan and rolled over in his arms, attempting to untangle their legs. She buries herself into Nelson’s warm, nude chest, humming happily. His hands only hold her tighter, ensuring that she won’t be leaving his arms anytime soon, something she knows she must if she is going to have any chance at bracing her parents for the shock that is her boyfriend coming downstairs.

She wiggles out of his grip, whining at the loss of warmth as she rolls off her bed, landing on her knees. Standing, she looks over to see Nelson reaching for her in the spot she’d vacated. “Lis.” His morning voice made her feel things she shouldn’t be feeling this early in the morning. “Come back to me.”

Sitting on the edge of the bed, she starts stroking his cheek. “I have to tell my parents that you're here, they aren’t…” She clicks her tongue. “They aren’t exactly aware that you came over.” He groans again and murmurs out something about how they won’t care. She leans over and kisses his cheek. “I’ll get you some coffee.”

She quickly takes the pills that were set out on her nightstand, including the Plan-B Nelson had set out for her the night prior. “I’ll be quick.” He’s already snoring once more.

As she exits her room, she attempts to open and close her door so as not to wake the sleeping giant in her bed. She groggily made her way downstairs and the second she entered the kitchen she was met with a tense smile from her mother, who was flipping pancakes over the stove. “Hi sweetie. How you doing?”

Lisa yets out a yawn and runs a hand through her tangled hair. “Good.” She pulls out a chair at the table. “How was the murder mystery party?”

Marge sighed as she flipped a pancake onto the growing stack next to her. “Y’know the usual, it started off well but by the end of it, your father was drunk off his rocker and embarrassed me beyond belief.”

Lisa frowned. “I’m sorry mom.”

The smile her mom put on next was clearly fake. “Well, it’s alright. I’m sure I can live without couple friends. But enough about that, how was your evening?”

Lisa let out an awkward chuckle. “Well, the thing about that is-” Screaming started to be heard from upstairs causing both women to jump up in alarm.

Marge was the first out of the kitchen, with Lisa immediately behind her. They’re both starting to panic, wondering what in the world could’ve caused their respective partners to start screaming. Neither even beginning to think it might have been each other.

When they both reached the top of the stairs they saw the reason for the commotion. Nelson and Homer were standing in the hallway, both in only their undergarments. Lisa’s boyfriend looked down right embarrassed while her dad looked like he wanted to strangle him. “Lisa!” He shouted at her. “Do you want to tell me why I found him leaving your room?”

“Homie…” Marge started but was quickly cut off by Homer raising a hand.

“No, no, no, Marge. Don’t defend her.” He pointed an accusatory finger at his daughter. “I expected this behavior from the boy but not from you.” He started to sob dramatically. “You were supposed to be our family's saving grace.”

“Dad.” Lisa breathed. “It’s just Nelson.” She hooked her arm through Nelson’s and leaned into him. “You know I’m responsible.” She rolled her eyes. “More responsible than Bart at the very least.”

“But what about-” Homer started shouting only to be quickly cut off.

“Before you start, you never had any rules that he couldn’t be here.” Her voice was clipped and straight to the point.

He sputters and makes several attempts to defend himself or come up with some cause of his anguish, only to find he was lacking one. “Fine.” He crossed his arms and turned his head snootily. “But you better be using protection.” Nelson started choking on air.

“Dad!”

“Homie!”

Marge and Lisa yell in tandem, both completely mortified by his statement.

Lisa is rubbing circles on her boyfriend's back as he catches his breath. “I promise we are, sir.” Nelson wheezes out, his hands on his knees. He rarely ever called Homer ‘sir’ and whenever he did, everyone knew that he was being sincere.

“Good. Now Marge, I believe that there is bacon in the kitchen with my name on it.” Homer shoves past both his wife and daughter to go downstairs.

“Homer, put on a pair of pants!” Marge’s voice was very flat as she called after him.

“No.” Homer’s tone sounded more like a defiant teenager as he entered the kitchen. She sighed and pinched her nose, murmuring family-friendly obscenities before following him to finish prepping that morning's breakfast.

As Nelson pushes himself upright, Lisa wraps her arms around his waist and collapses into his chest, taking in a deep inhale of his scent. “I’m sorry about that.”

His arms reciprocate her actions, hands gripping her hips tightly to get her attention. “It’s alright Lis, we both know I’ve had weirder conversations with your dad.” She gives a weak laugh.

She brings her arms up and pushes off his chest. “I know, I know. I just thought I’d have more time to explain.” Nelson just shrugs and rolls his eyes. “I think I have some of your pajama pants in one of my drawers, put those on before you come down.” She pleads as she, albeit reluctantly, pulls herself from his arms for the second time that morning.

“What?” His grin is cocky. “Don’t want me to be like your dad and come down in only these.” He gestured to his gray boxers and wiggled his eyebrows at her. “I thought you enjoyed seeing me like this, Lis.”

She groans. “Nelson!” Her tone is exacerbated.

He laughs but nods in acknowledgement. “You know I’m kidding, Lis.” He leans down and kisses her forehead, his stubble rough on her skin.

“I’ll see you downstairs.” She shoots him a weak smile as she starts down the stairway once again and he walks back into her room, presumably to turn all her drawers upside down to find his pants.

Once Lisa is back in the kitchen, she is met with the anguished face of her father and the annoyed look of her mother. “Homie, it’s not a big deal.”

“Not a big deal, Marge!” He clutches his chest in shock. “How can you say that!?”

Marge has her hands on her hips. “We did that exact same thing when we were their age.” Both have failed to notice the reappearance of Lisa. “You should’ve seen them last night. For once she didn’t look like an anxiety riddled, stressed out mess!” She takes a breath. “She looked happy, Homer. Genuinely happy.”

Lisa clears her throat, drawing the attention of both adults back to her. “As nice as it is to hear you coming to my defense, I don’t know if I should be more freaked out over the fact that you were watching us sleep last night.”

Her mom dawns a sheepish look. “Sorry sweetie, but you two were just so adorable.”

Lisa flushes in self-consciousness. “Mom!” Her tone is high pitched, almost a squeal.

“I know, I know.” Marge holds her hands up in self defense. “I won’t do it again, now sit, sit. I’ll get out the coffee.” She leans down, placing the bowl of sugar cubes and Lisa’s oatmilk on the table before turning back around to grab the coffee pot.

As Lisa takes a seat, the backdoor opens and Bart waltzes in, back from his night out with Milhouse, and looking worse for wear. “There’s my special little guy. How was your night?”

Bart collapses in the chair closest to where he entered. “Fine.” He crossed his arms and yawned.

“Look who's decided to make an appearance.” Lisa snarked.

Bart rolled his eyes and grabbed a piece of bacon, ripping into it with his teeth. He ignores his sister and instead decides to make a backhanded comment towards their father. “How hungover are you, fatso?”

Homer looks up at his son from the paper and glares. “Bart, don’t call me that.” He says through gritted teeth.

Bart cackles, spewing pieces of bacon from his mouth. “Bart, wait till you're done chewing.” Marge chastises as she wipes a crumb of bacon off her arm in disgust. Lisa eyed him with a look of repugnance as she sipped her coffee but her ears perked up when she heard the heavy steps of her partner on the stairs.

Nelson walks in wearing his red and black, plaid, pajama pants and a wife beater. The second he and Bart make eye contact the room tenses. “What is he doing here?” Bart’s tone is laced with as much venom as he can muster.

Nelson has a smug smirk on his face as he plops into the chair next to Lisa and pulls her into his lap with ease. “I’m her boyfriend, dingus. I’m allowed to be here, ain’t that right, Lis?” He coos and her cheeks start to heat up.

Lisa struggles to start her sentence. “Yeah, Bart. He can be here.” He wrapped his arms around her waist, his warm hands resting right where her cramps are, where she needed them to be. “He helped me out a lot last night.”

Bart gags. “Don’t ever talk to me about your sex life, ever!” He exclaims.

“Not like that you jerk!” Lisa shouts at him. “Since you ate all the ice cream, Nelson got me some chocolate.” She says matter of factly. “And he wouldn’t have needed to, had you just listened to me and not eaten it!” Her heart was beating quickly and she felt her face heat up in anguish.

“Take a breath, Lis.” Nelson whispers. “I know you’re feeling a lot of things right now but take a deep breath.” He was right and maybe when she wasn’t so hormonal, she would acknowledge and be grateful that he didn’t explicitly note that she was hormonal. She took his advice, taking a deep inhale, letting him feel her abdomen expand underneath his hands with every inhale.

She mutters a ‘thank you’, and in response he kisses behind her ear. She’s all flustered and when she finally does speak to the room she’s calm and collected, unlike the her from thirty seconds ago. “Bart, if you hadn’t eaten all the ice cream and taken all the snacks out of the cupboard for your smoking session with Milhouse, then he wouldn’t be here right now.” Her tone is pointed and direct.

Bart rolls his eyes once more and makes a noise of annoyance, leaning back with one arm resting on the back of his chair. He waves his hand towards Homer. “Homer, how are you cool with this?”

Homer mutters angrily, flipping the newspaper up to cover his face. “Ask your mother.”

Bart looks towards Marge who places the stack of pancakes on the table. “Mom?”

“Lisa’s responsible, we trust her.” She shrugged.

Bart makes a noise of disbelief. “What!? But-but-” He’s stuck in a never ending loop of ‘but’, getting a giggle out of Lisa at her brother's loss for words. “But you never trusted me with having someone in the house!”

“And it’s a good thing we didn’t.” Marge points an accusatory finger. “You’ve had three pregnancy scares this year alone, young man.” Bart huffs and walks out of the room, talking about how unfair it was under his breath.

Lisa feels Nelson pat her hips before he lifts her to standing with ease. “I gotta get to the shop, baby. Gotta make some calls as your brother is clearly not coming in today.” Just because they worked together, doesn’t mean Bart liked Nelson.

She whimpers. “Do you have to?”

“I’m the owner, Lis. If I’m not there, then it doesn’t function.” He walks into the dining room with her following close behind.

“Yeah but that should mean you can take days off whenever you want.” Her tone is that of a disgruntled child as she goes up the stairs behind him.

“Lis, baby, I can’t take a day off every time you want me to.” When he says that her lip starts to quiver. It doesn’t matter if she knows deep down he’s right, in her heightened emotional state she's much more sensitive and knowing that he couldn’t be there for her made her want to sob. He didn’t notice the tears welling up in her eyes until he sat on her bed to pull on his shoes. He looks up at her and immediately regrets what he said. “No, no, no, Lis. That’s not what I meant.” He reaches out for her. “Come here, baby.”

She moves to sit on his lap and he holds her hips. “Lisa, if you really needed me to, I’d take the day off. I can promise you that.”

She smiles. “I know, I know. I’ll just miss you.” She wipes the tears starting to spill from her eyes. Lisa tries to focus on his calloused thumb currently rubbing circles on her hip bone.

He had a pensive look on his face for a moment before speaking. “I’ll take a day off in two weeks, okay? I’ll spend the whole day with you, fuck you senseless so you’ll be able to feel me in you for days after. You won't be missing me for a really long time.” His toothy grin is contagious and the laugh she lets out warms his heart through and through.

Her mood instantly brightens and he slides her off his lap and onto her bed. He leans down and starts to tie his laces as she watches him intently. Lisa’s eyes were moving over every feature on his face, the little sun spots and his notched nose, and his eyes; his deep, chocolatey, brown eyes.

Lisa lays back as he, unbeknownst to himself, gives her a show. Nelson gets dressed in front of her, using the clothes he kept there to get ready for work. As he was buttoning up his green flannel shirt, he turned and saw her staring. “You gonna take a picture?” He raises a brow.

“I would but I already have enough of you changing.” Her tone was light hearted but they both knew what lay in her nightstand drawer.

She follows her boyfriend downstairs, wanting to say one last good-bye before he is on his way. She helps him slip on his vest, in a way that parallels the way her mother does it for her father. “Thank you, baby.” She smiles up at him.

His black pick-up is parked outfront, the car covered in a light layer of condensation. The morning air is cold around her and she wishes she was wearing more than her boyfriend’s shirt, which was ten times too big for her, and panties. She trailed behind him to the curb. “Lis, go inside, you’ll catch a cold.”

She scoffs. “No I won’t.”

“Well I don’t want anyone to see you like that.” He pulls her close by her waist.

She smiles up at him. “They’ve dealt with my dad sleeping naked on the roof for years, they can deal with a little PDA.” She shrugs.

“Lis-” She presses her lips to his, promptly cutting him off. He makes a small noise of shock before leaning into it. She leans against his chest and deepens the kiss, one hand on his pectorals and the other cupping his jaw, loving the rough feel of his scruff on her skin. When she pulls away they rest their forehead against one anothers. “I’ll be back after work, Lis.” He whispers against her lips.

“Promise?” She looks up at him with big, pretty eyes.

“Of course, sweetheart. I love you.” He kisses her palm and pulls away with one last peck on her lips. “Now I gotta get to work.”

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Marge tried to open up the front door stealthily but to no avail as Homer started spouting drunk nonsense. “But if- But if you were able to get the monkey in the cage, it would be-” He was slurring his words and Marge had stopped paying attention at least twenty minutes ago.

“Shush Homie, Lisa is sleeping.” Marge whispers as Homer collapses against a wall with a loud bang.

After the stakingly long process of helping her intoxicated husband up the stairs and to their room where he promptly collapsed on their bed, she made her way down the hall to her first daughter's room.

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Lisa groans as she falls over the arm of her family's hideous orange couch, her arms clutching her stomach. She didn’t know when the ibuprofen she took would kick in but what she does know is that if Nelson doesn’t come over soon, she’ll probably die. She had just dug through every cabinet in the kitchen for anything even mildly appetizing but alas, she had eaten through all her seaweed chips and cruelty free chocolate bars. She had texted Nelson to pick her up rations from the Kwik-E-Mart almost an hour ago when he got off work but still nothing.

She picked up her phone and swiped up, only to be met with no new notifications. She whined and looked up at her beloved cat. “Snowball…” She cries and reaches her arms towards the black ball of fur on the opposing end of the couch. The cat perks up its head and looks at her with its electric green eyes, pupils near slits. Snowball II slowly stands and stretches before starting towards Lisa. The girls’ grimace breaks into a smile and she flexes her fingers, only for the cat to turn around in a circle and plop back town, now facing away from Lisa.

She whines again and cradles her stomach, curling up into a ball. She was so focused on her pain that she didn’t even notice the sound of the front door opening nor the muffled, heavy stomps of her boyfriend's combat boots against the blue-ish carpet. She only notices the presence of him when his shadow casts over her face, blocking the warm light from the living room lamp. “Where’s your mom, Lis?” Nelson's voice is low and gruff as he strokes her cheek, looking down at her. “She wouldn’t have left you like this.” She doesn’t answer, just turns her head away from him

He kneels down on the floor and she hears the distinctive sound of a plastic bag being set against the side of the couch. “Come on, Lis.” He murmurs. “I know you can hear me.”

“She’s with my dad at a murder mystery party.” She tries to compact herself even smaller than she already is.

He hums, his finger still stroking her cheek. “And the dingus?”

“Millhouses'.”

Nelson’s finger wedges its way under her chin and tugs her face upwards. “I need you to look at me, sweetheart.”

She cracks open her eyes, making it so she can just make out Nelson’s face. His brown hair is messy and unorderly, something that used to always get on her nerves but now it's something she’s grown to love. His brown eyes are staring down at her, watching her with a look of concern and his cheeks are flushed pink from the chill of the outside world. And he has just the slightest bit of stubble, something that she loves to feel scratching her thighs when he eats her out- Curse her horny, period riddled mind.

“I got you what you asked for.” Nelson digs into the bag next to him on the floor and pulls out a handful of chocolate bars. “They didn’t have any of those veggie chips you like but I got you these corn nuts.” He pulls out another bag with a pepper on the top of the bag. “I know you like it on the spicier side.” She can see the smallest smile on his face.

“Thank you, Nelson.” She pushes herself up on the couch, no longer curled up in an uncomfortable ball and now able to see her handsome boyfriend who just went out of his way to bring her snacks and whatever else her hazy mind asked for, she couldn’t exactly remember.

“No problem, Lis. You know I love you.” He’s still kneeling on the ground beneath her. Nelson lifts her legs and kisses her ankle before setting her feet on the couch so she is now lying down. “Now, I’m going to get you a hot water bottle. Be a good girl and stay put, yeah?” He smiles down at her as he walks past her into the kitchen and she’d be lying if that smile he just gave her didn’t fill her stomach with butterflies, a brief but pleasant distraction from her cramps.

She rips open the bag of spicy corn nuts, immediately grabbing a handful and stuffing her mouth full of them. There's a fleece blanket thrown over the back of the couch which she tugs down onto of her. Lisa turns around when she hears Nelson humming, looking through the kitchen doorway she sees him standing in front of the electric tea kettle, prepping her hot water bottle. It's weirdly domestic, watching him do what he can to take care of her and she wouldn’t be lying if she were to say it wasn’t contributing to her current state of horniness.

“Hey Nelson.” She calls out.

“Yes, baby.” He responds along with the distinct sound of him pouring water.

“What do you want to watch?” She hums as he walks back into the room but not only with a hot water bottle, he’s also holding her mug which sports a snarky quote and is filled with what she assumes is tea.

“Whatever you want, Lis.” He plops down next to her, scaring Snowball II into jumping off the couch. The chuckle he lets out goes straight to her core. “Fucking chicken cat.” He murmurs. He throws his head back before turning to look at her. “I made you SleepyTime tea.”

She takes the bottle from him and holds it to her stomach, sighing as she feels the almost immediate effects of the heat. He leans over her and puts the tea on the side table, his large body hovering her makes her flush and when he pulls back, she's left in a cloud of his cologne. The scent of him calming her down immensely.

Nelson signs and runs his finger through his hair, looking at her with soft eyes. Then he looks down. “Lis, don’t fold your legs like that. You’ll get cramped.” His hands grip her legs for the second time that evening and pulls them over his lap. His hand massages her thigh, drawing patterns on her skin. He doesn’t look up at her as he speaks. “Now, what are we going to watch?”

—

Nelson’s hand was still rubbing circles on her thigh an hour later as they watched whatever shitty rom-com they found and ended up deciding on, or whatever sounded best to her that he nodded along to. Lisa wasn’t even watching it anymore, her eyes were fixed on him. Snowball II was laying on top of her calves, which were on his lap; he couldn’t get up even if he tried. Nelson’s eyes were fixed on the TV, only occasionally flicking down to the purrying mass in his lap and when he did look at her, he gave her a crooked smile that made her swoon and if the room had enough light, he would’ve seen the tips of her ears turning pink.

“Nelson…” She mumbles, looking down at her lap.

He looks over at her, his tone surprisingly calm. “What do you need, Lis? Need a new hot water bottle? More tea?” She shakes her head and focuses on her fingers fiddling in her lap. “Can’t help you if you don’t tell me.” He applies more pressure to where he’s massaging her thigh.

“I’m horny.” She mumbles. She was rather embarrassed, they had never broached the topic of period sex before and she didn’t know what he would do.

Nelson pats Snowball II so the cat jumps off her legs and he picks up Lisa’s legs to scoot closer to her. Her thighs were now on his lap and one of his hands grasped hers while the other held her right leg, pressing him closer to her so she wouldn’t fall off the couch. “Speak up for me, Lis.” He was so close to her, she could smell the mint gum and cigarettes on his breath.

Lisa pulls her hands away from him and reaches up to cradle his jaw. “Nelson.” She whispers again and stokes his jaw with her thumb. He hums, watching her with soft eyes.

She pulls him into a kiss and he lets out a strangled noise of surprise before leaning into her, letting her guide him, something rather rare in their relationship when it comes to bedroom relations. His hand reaches up to the nape of her neck, cradling it. She moves her hands from his jaw so one is resting on his chest and the other grabs the one on her upper leg. She maneuvers them, not once breaking the kiss, so that she is now straddling him with a hand on his chest and the other cupping his jaw. Nelson’s hands are on her hips, giving her complete control.

When she finally releases him from her grasp and breaks away, panting, his pupils are blown wide. “Wow Lis, that was…” He trails off and she smirks before leaning down to kiss his jaw and neck, nipping at him.

Nelson sinks back into the couch with a low moan as she sucks just below his ear. His hand on her hip goes to bury itself in her hair, pulling her away from his neck. “What’s gotten into you, sweet thing?”

He watches as her fingers fiddle with the collar of his vest. “I just want you.” She murmurs. “I want you to make me forget about the fact that my uterus is slowly killing me from the inside out.” She has a soft smile on her face as he chuckles.

“Whatever you want, baby. All you had to do was ask.” He pulls her back into a breathtaking kiss and bucks his hips up into her, she moans into his mouth. Lisa grinds back down onto his growing erection beneath her.

He easily lifts her, one hand buried in her hair and the other under her ass, holding her up. Both of her hands were on his jaw and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Effortlessly, he makes his way through the house, something he’s done possibly a hundred times and now doing it without breaking away from his girlfriend is something he can do with ease. When going up the stairs, she moans each time she bounces against him, her clit catching on the seam of her pajama pants.

He kicks open her bedroom door, setting her down on the bed as he leans over her. Lisa’s legs are still wrapped tightly around his waist. His hand on her hips goes to start pushing down her fuzzy pants, covered in a pattern of chemical equations. “Wait.” She breaks their kiss for the first time not to get hair and puts her hand on his chest.

“What is it, Lis?” He hums. “You need to stop?”

“No, I just need to take out my…” Her cheeks flush but he pulls back.

“Go Lis. I’ll still be here when you get back.” He lets her legs fall from around his waist and kneels on the floor. When she walks by him towards the door, he smacks her ass.

“Nelson!” She squeals as she bolts towards the door.

“Be quick, Lis.” He groans. “I don’t think I can wait very long.” Lisa giggles and gives him one last sultry look before heading towards the bathroom.

She makes quick work of sitting down and pulling out her tampon, not wanting to postpone his pleasure or hers any longer. She then reaches for cleansing wipes, she knows Nelson probably wouldn’t care if her inner thighs looked like a crime scene but as this was their first time having period sex, she wanted to look presentable, hoping that it would ease her embarrassment. Before she leaves the bathroom, she grabs the darkest colored towel she can find. Lisa may be horny but she will not ruin her freshly washed sheets.

When she enters her bedroom again, she is met with the sight of her boyfriend laid out on her bed, fully nude. She could probably have an orgasam just from looking at him, he was an Adonis.

“What are you doing?” She laughs.

“What? Don’t you like seeing your boyfriend all laid out, just for you?” He teases. “Now come here, Lis.” Nelson pats his lap.

She smiles at him as she slips out of her pants and starts walking towards him, tossing off her tank top in some random corner of her room. “Put this under you.” She tosses the towel at his face.

“Anything you want, baby.” He gives her a crooked grin and slips the towel under his crotch, making sure it covers any possible areas that could be subjected to the mess they were going to make.

Lisa climbs up onto her bed and crawls towards him. “Anything?” She asked in a hushed voice.

“Like I said Lis, whatever you want.” He watches her with soft eyes as she straddles him, his cock resting between her folds. She leans down so their lips are barely brushing against each other. “You heard me Lis, use me. ” He says against her lips. “Take what you need from me, baby.”

Lisa kisses him, she’s never felt more turned on by a man in her life. She grinds down on his dick, it slides easily through her cunt and over her clit with eaze due to the blood seeping from her hole. Whenever the tip of his erection catches on her nub, they both moan into each other's mouths. “What are you waiting for, Lis?” He was already more impatient than her.

She chuckled against his lips. “So desperate.” She coos. “Beg.”

Nelson laughed at her demanding tone. She was never the one making demands, he never let her do so unless it was a special occasion and even then, it was rare. “Okay Lis.” He says under his breath. “Please, baby. You feel so good, I want to be inside you. I want to feel you clenching around me.” He groans when she stops moving, the lack of stimulation on his shaft driving him insane.

His hands grip her hips tightly as she lifts herself up, her hand wrapping around him and giving it a few pumps. Lining his dick up with her entrance, she sinks down onto him. No matter how many times they had sex, no matter how many times he was inside of her, it was always a stretch. She let out a whimper at the feeling of him opening her up once more.

“Nelson!” Lisa cries as she bottoms out.

“There you go, baby.” His thumb rubs circles on her pelvic bones. “Soak my dick in your slick and blood.”

That shouldn’t have gone straight to her core, it was perverted and dirty, something she should’ve hit him on the arm for but she couldn’t care less. His deep husky voice turned her on too much, he could’ve said anything to her and it would’ve gone straight to her cunt.

“I don’t-” She stutters. “I don’t think I can-”

“Take your time, Lis.” He hums. “We don’t want you overexerting yourself, now do we?” His tone was condescending, he knew she wouldn’t last long on top.

Lisa takes in a deep breath, she knows he doesn’t believe she can do this, top him. She slowly raises herself till just the tip remains inside her before dropping back down in one go. Nelson chokes on air. “Holy shit.”

She smirks. “Aw, can’t take it.” She mocks him.

His eyes are fixed on where they’re connected, watching she fucks herself on his dick. Her fluids coating him completely, some of it dripping onto the towel below. He throws his head back onto her quilted duvet. “Don’t test me, Lis.” He groans. “We both know I won’t hesitate to pin you to this bed and fuck you till you can’t talk.”

She throws her head back and moans. She would love for him to do that, fuck her dumb so she can no longer focus on her cramps. “Yeah, you’d like that, baby?” He coos, gripping her hips tightly. “All you gotta do is ask.”

She doesn’t say anything, continuing to fuck herself on his shaft. She doesn’t want to admit that she is starting to get tired, that her legs are starting to become sore. This is probably one of the only times she’ll get to ride him with her being in control and she wants to take full advantage before he, inevitably, takes control which will probably be any second now as he starts bucking his hips up into hers. His hips meet hers when she drops back down and you can hear the sound of her thighs hitting his.

Nelson’s hand comes to rest on her lower back and the other comes to settle on her nape, pulling her face down to kiss him. Their lips are barely touching before his tongue is nearly down her throat, Lisa is moaning into his mouth and while she’s distracted, he flips them so she is now beneath him, her hips resting against the towel. Gravity acts all too fast and she quickly feels her blood and slick sliding down her ass and beneath her.

“Fuck Nelson.” She groans against his lips. Her hands are resting on his shoulders, nails digging into him.

“Yeah?” He mocks her. “Tell me how good you feel right now, Lis.” She's babbling and her cheeks are painted pink. Embarrassed, she buries her face in his neck. “Aw baby.” His hand holds her back and the other rubs circles on her hip. “I’ve fucked you dumb, haven’t I?” His hand slides over to rest just above her cunt, letting his thumb flick across her clit.

She claws at his back, leaving thin, red lines down his back as she moans and whines various curse words and the broken name of her lover. She can feel that knot in her slowly wind itself up, the tension soon becoming unbearable. “I-” She tosses her head back on the bed. “I’m…” The word ‘cumming’ is just on the tip of her tongue but she just can’t seem to push it out. Her hands grip his hair tightly, tugging and pulling him down to her and kissing him like there is no tomorrow.

When her climax hits, Lisa clenches and spasms around his cock. Nelson isn’t far behind her. It isn’t hard when all he can hear is her calling out his name and her sweet sounds tumbling loosely from her lips. His hips stutter in his patterned thrusts and he groans as he spills himself inside her. Like her, all he can think of saying is her name. He fucks them through their respective orgasams, making sure her spasms steadily die out before he collapses on top of her. She massages his scalp and he presses his face into her neck, kissing and sucking and nipping at the sensitive flesh. She lets out weak whines, barely able to have any cognitive function.

Lisa is still basking in the post-orgasam glow when Nelson pulls out of her, letting all of the fluids that had accumulated inside of her gush out all over the towel. She whimpers at the sudden feeling of being left empty, not wanting the pain of her period to return to her.

The world around her is muted, she can just make out the sound of him moving around her room and the house. She jolts when there is a coldness on her leg and a kiss on her inner thigh. “Come back to me Lis.” He mumbles. “Can’t have you passing out so soon. I don’t know how to put one of these things in.” He chuckles lowly and she feels the unmistakable tube of a tampon placed next to her on the pillow.

She groans, and reaches up blindly, her hand feeling around her pillow until it firmly grasps the plastic. She waits until he's finished wiping up their mess of mixed fluids from between her thighs before slowly spreading her legs. It was his turn to groan as she subsequently spread her folds and gave him the perfect view of her stretched hole. She opens one eye just enough to watch his expression as she slips the tampon inside herself. If her mind wasn’t hazy, she would’ve thought he came right then and there.

“Nelson, baby, can you get out a pair of my panties for me?” Her voice is seductive and soft.

Nelson stammers and stutters as he’s broken out of the trance she’s put him in. “Uh-yeah… Yeah, of course, Lis.”

When she hears her dresser drawer open she calls out. “Black, preferably.”

The soft material slipped onto her legs. “Anything you want, sweetheart. Now lift your hips.”

She lifted her pelvis and let him slip the cotton move up over her legs till it was covering her core and she murmured out gratitudes. When he pulled back, he was in awe; her blonde hair was in a short halo around her head and her arms were up over her head, one gripping the pillow and the other was haphazardly thrown to her right.

“You’re an angel.” His voice was soft and he wasn’t even sure that her clouded mind heard him. But when her lips pulled into a smile, he knew that she heard him. Nelson rested his hands on his hips and sighed, talking under his breath. “Guess it’s my turn.” He looked around the room, trying to remember where he’d tossed his gray boxers before he’d given Lisa an eyeful.

When he finally found them, he tugged them up his legs before easing them over his sensitive length. He let out a small hiss at the feeling of the fabric over the tender area. “Sweetheart, I’m going to grab a few things, ‘kay?” She let out a small sound of affirmation.

Whenever he spoke to her after sex, he dumbed everything down for her. In her normal state, she would’ve been outraged but she was so out of it that she liked it. In fact it caused her to let out a giddy giggle. Lisa hadn’t even noticed that he’d vacated the room.

Her senses started to trickle back into her mind and she slowly pushed herself upright against her silk covered pillows. As she went to pull the covers up over her chest, Nelson’s shirt on the floor caught her eye. It slipped easily over her head and she nuzzled into it, inhaling his scent as immediate comfort washed over her. Only then did Lisa pull the covers up over her chest and under her armpits. She let her hands rest, clasped, on her lap as she waited for his return.

She could hear his stomps coming up the stairs before she could see him. He had the hot water bottle under his arm, a mug in one hand, and a can in the other. His eyes raked over the vague form of her body. “You always look amazing in my clothes, baby.” He placed her mug and a small pill down on her night stand. “Tea and plan B for the morning. I don’t really know how all that works.” He made a chaotic gesture towards her abdomen. “But I don’t feel like riskin’ it.”

She nods in understanding, catching her cat slinking into the room just as Nelson shuts the door. Then when her eyes flick back to him she makes a face. “My dad’s not gonna like the fact you took one of his beers.” Lisa says as she watches him crack open the can.

Nelson’s face broke out into a grin. “Yeah well, what does he like?” He shrugged. “Cause he sure as hell doesn’t like me.”

He came around to the other side of the bed and pulled back the duvet and sheets. Lisa looked up at him with a look of general anguish. “He likes you, he just doesn’t…” She realized she had no way of ending that sentence.

He slid into the bed next to her, tossing an arm around her over the pillows. “Exactly.”

She became flustered and started sputtering. “You know what I mean.”

“Of course I do Lis.” She could hear the smile in his tone as he pulled her into his side. “Now, relax baby. You deserve it.” They would definitely have to do this again.