Lennon Hendrix

scarlet looked at the blonde as she admitted she loved bothering both of them. “oh, i can tell,” she raised her eyebrows at lennon, a knowing smirk on her lips. “i see that look on your face every time you tease us,” she added, clearly amused. her eyes stayed on her as she leaned against the counter. “of course you weren’t wrestling—since when can’t you just say you were with our boyfriend?” she laughed, tilting her head slightly. “what, did you suddenly get shy talking about it?” she teased, a playful pout forming. as lennon admitted she was curious, scarlet let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. “you really are something,” she murmured, the smirk still there but softer now. "i will for sure touch myself to the thought of you two wrestling, and you moaning, and prestley pinning you down " she listed, she licked her lips playfully. when the topic shifted, she moved past her, her hand brushing lightly along her lower back as she headed to the fridge. “what about pancakes? with cream,” she suggested casually, opening it. “maybe some fruit too,” she added, glancing back over her shoulder. “sweet enough for you, babygirl?”

At the mention of their boyfriend, she pressed a hand to her chest in mock surprise. “Shy? Me?” she asked, leaning closer with playful disbelief. “Please. I was trying to be classy for at least five minutes.” Her eyes flicked with amusement. “Clearly that was just wasted effort.” When Scarlet listed off her fantasy so boldly, Lennon bit back another laugh, cheeks warming just enough to be noticeable. “You are outrageously hot,” she murmured, voice lower now, equal parts entertained and impressed. “And dangerously confident for someone standing this close to me." As Scarlet brushed past her, Lennon glanced down at the touch to her lower back, then followed her toward the fridge at an unhurried pace. She leaned against the counter beside her, shoulder nearly brushing hers. “Pancakes with cream and fruit?” she repeated, eyes dragging over Scarlet with exaggerated consideration. Lennon’s laugh came soft as she leaned against the counter, eyes dropping briefly to everything Scarlet was pulling from the fridge before lifting back to her. “Yes,” she said easily, smile spreading across her lips. “Very much yes to the pancakes, the cream, the fruit, all of it.” She stepped a little closer, playful energy still dancing in her gaze. “Honestly, you had me at pancakes. The rest was just showing off.” Her fingers tapped lightly against the counter beside Scarlet’s hand. “Need any help? And are we gonna serve some upstairs to Presley too?” she asked softly, tilting her head toward the room with a cute little smile. “He looks like he could do with an energy boost. I think I wore him out a little too much this morning."

as lennon leaned closer, scarlet's hand slipped around her waist, pulling her closer if that was even possible. "miss you? always, babygirl," she purred, looking at the blonde with a warm smile on her lips. "oh, you could?" she smirked, eyes fixed on her. "oh, so you live to bother us both?" she teased, and as the other pulled away from her grip to jump over one of the counters, she smiled, shaking her head lightly. watching her on top of the counter, she leaned against it, a little distance between them, resting on her elbow as she looked at her girlfriend. "wrestling?" she shook her head, "i think people who wrestle don't do it naked, don’t try to sugarcoat it, baby," she chuckled. "you had him in all sorts of positions? i think he was the one having you in all the positions he wanted," she pointed out, "but of course i want to hear about it, tell me all the details," she smiled. she walked closer to the girl, tapping the side of her thigh fondly, "fancy a sweet snack?"

Lennon’s grin came easy, bright and a little wicked at the edges as she let Scarlet talk, her eyes tracking every movement.“Oh, I absolutely could,” she shot back, her voice smooth, a teasing lilt woven through it. “Bothering you is basically one of my favorite hobbies. Keeps things interesting.” Her lips curved a little more as she pushed herself further back against the counter top she was perched onto. At the mention of wrestling, Lennon let out a soft laugh, low and knowing, her brows lifting. “Alright, alright,” she relented, lifting her hands slightly in mock surrender, though the spark in her eyes said she wasn’t giving up anything, really. “Maybe I was doing a little more than just ‘wrestling. But in my defense,” Lennon added, lips curving, “he's very hands on when competing.” A soft laugh slipped out, playful and unbothered. “Hard not to get into it." Her gaze flicked over Scarlet’s face, clearly enjoying the reaction she was getting. “Though,” she added, voice softening into something a little more playful again, “it’s kinda funny how curious you are about it.” Her smile tugged at one corner. “You asking for details, or just trying to picture it to get yourself off to later?" When Scarlet tapped her thigh and offered, Lennon glanced down briefly before looking back up at her, eyes flickering with amusement. “A sweet snack?” she echoed, leaning in just a touch closer, her voice dropping into something more playful, almost conspiratorial. “Depends,” A small pause, just enough to draw it out. “What am I being offered to eat this morning?"

a smirk tugged at the corners of scarlet’s lips. “of course i love that title on you, but not as much as seeing you so worked up,” she promised in a sultry voice, leaning closer as her lips worked their way along lennon’s skin. she stayed silent, taking in how lennon’s voice wavered, teasing her gently. “of course i know, and i love that reaction on you—you look so pretty,” she smirked. when lennon mentioned she wouldn’t last more than five minutes just watching her and prestley have fun without being involved, scarlet raised an eyebrow. “you’re underestimating me,” she whispered, lowering her head so her words brushed against the shell of her ear. “but we could try,” she added, kissing her jaw playfully. when lennon said her legs were on her side, scarlet smiled, pulling her fingers away. “take all the time you need, baby. i didn’t go easy on you—I had a lot of feelings bottled up,” she promised, a satisfied smirk on her lips as she admired her girlfriend’s reaction. after a few seconds, she watched lennon fix her clothes. scarlet looked at her as she put her seatbelt on and rested her head back, catching her breath, and she smiled. “sure, baby, sure—you look tired,” she teased playfully. before moving to the driver’s seat, she leaned in to kiss her lips. “why would i forget it? you look so pretty post-orgasm,” she whispered against her mouth. as she settled into the driver’s seat, she turned on the music and started driving back home. “relax, baby,” she said softly, her hand moving to rest gently against the other’s thigh.

Lennon walked up behind Scarlet with a quiet confidence, slipping her arms around Scarlet’s middle and letting her head rest in the crook of her shoulder. The warmth of her body pressed against Scarlet felt electric, familiar, and too good to let go. A soft, teasing smile tugged at Lennon’s lips as she nuzzled just behind Scarlet’s ear. “Miss me?” she murmured, voice low and playful, letting the question hang in the air like a promise. Her fingers flexed gently against Scarlet’s sides, shifting just enough to draw a subtle reaction. “I could get used to this,” Lennon admitted softly, tilting her head a little, the faintest glint of mischief in her eyes. “I’ve been bothering Presley all morning in bed, now it’s your turn.” After a moment, Lennon straightened, letting her arms drop from around Scarlet. She pushed off lightly, slipping onto one of the counters nearby with a playful bounce. Sitting there, she swung her legs lazily, leaning back on her hands, eyes still locked on Scarlet with that teasing spark. “You missed us wrestling,” she said with a cheeky grin, voice light and teasing. “I had him in all sorts of positions, he had me the same way too.” She tipped her head back slightly, laughing softly at the memory. “Thought you’d like to hear about it.”

it wasn’t the first time they were tangled up with each other in the backseat of her car, and it wasn’t going to be the last. it was impossible for it not to happen when they were always so open and trusting with each other; a simple joke, a simple tease could easily end with them there. she noticed everything, every reaction coming from lennon—the way her breath hitched, the way she fisted the fabric beneath her. when lennon told her to go feral, scarlet smiled. “oh, i will, because you told me so nicely,” she smirked before her hand moved faster, just wanting lennon to reach her high. she wasn’t going to get distracted by all the sweet talk, but hearing lennon tell her how good she felt made her smirk, knowing she was the one making her girlfriend feel that way. she watched as lennon went silent for a second, swallowing hard and letting the pressure take over. scarlet kept her hand moving steadily until the other reached her peak. “a backseat princess,” she hummed as she finally moved her fingers away from her. “the problem is that the backseat doesn’t fit the three of us, but next time i wouldn’t mind just looking,” she mused. she brought her fingers to her lips, a smirk on her face as she sucked them clean. “you’re so pretty it’s unfair,” she said softly, gently pulling the other’s underwear back up. “should we go home, or do you want to take a minute until your legs stop shaking, babygirl?” she asked, playful and teasing, looking at her like she was the only thing that mattered in the world—because she was.

Lennon was still catching her breath, chest rising and falling as she leaned back against the seat, fingers curled tight in the upholstery like she needed something to hold onto. Scarlet’s words pulled a soft, breathless laugh out of her, eyes fluttering shut for a second before she looked back at her. “You love that title on me,” Lennon murmured, voice a little wrecked but amused, lips curving into a lazy smile. “And you know exactly what you’re doing when you say things like that.” She swallowed again, shaking her head faintly. “Looking only? Yeah, I don’t believe you for one second. I give it five minutes, tops, and you'll be climbing back there with us." When Scarlet called her pretty, Lennon’s expression softened, the intensity giving way to something warmer, more intimate. She reached out, fingers brushing Scarlet’s wrist in a small, grounding touch. “You can’t say stuff like that after ruining me,” she said quietly, affection threaded through the teasing. “That's not fair.” At the question, Lennon let out a slow breath, eyes still a little glassy as she glanced down and then back up. “Give me a minute,” she admitted with a crooked smile. “My legs are absolutely not on my side right now.” Her thumb brushed lightly over Scarlet’s hand. “But yeah. Home sounds really good right now." Lennon took a second before answering, drawing in a few slow breaths as she steadied herself. She pressed her palms against her thighs, grounding, then let out a quiet laugh under her breath like she couldn’t believe herself. Carefully, she shifted, fixing her clothes and smoothing them back into place, movements a little uncoordinated but determined. Once she was decent again, she leaned back into the seat and reached for the seatbelt, the click loud in the small space. She tipped her head back for a moment, eyes closed, breathing finally evening out before she looked at Scarlet again, a sheepish smile tugging at her lips. “Okay,” Lennon said, voice calmer now but still soft around the edges. “You go ahead and drive. I’ll sit back here and recollect myself.” She glanced away briefly, then back, amusement and affection clear in her expression. “Maybe pretend I didn’t just completely forget how to function for a minute.”

scarlet had enjoyed their car trip, lennon being so talkative, telling her all she wanted, being so bold and teasing. that had worked to make her girlfriend feel all hot and bothered, but scarlet was really good at keeping her tough façade on. but as she was given a little bit of space, the brunette went straight to her more dominant side. she saw the shift in her eyes, amused but surprised that she was in charge again. her fingers moved to caress lennon’s jaw, torturously slow, her mind set on making lennon feel flustered; if she could make the other stutter just by looking at her with those hungry eyes and deliberate touch, she would be happy. “of course you do, baby,” she smirked, leaning in to kiss lennon’s jaw and the sweet spot on her neck. “you looked so pretty being all bold and demanding, but seeing you under me makes me go feral, babygirl,” she promised, whispering those words close to her ear, making sure to nibble her earlobe as she did so. she loved seeing how responsive she was to her, the way her head pressed into the backseat cushions at the light touch of her fingers making her smirk. “you’ve been really good for me, so maybe you’ve earned it,” and with that, scarlet slid, ever so torturously slow, two digits inside her girlfriend. “you’re so wet for me,” she purred, whispering against her jaw as she started moving her fingers in and out of her. “i want that bold little mouth of yours to tell me how this feels, babygirl.”

Lennon’s breath caught the moment she felt the shift in Scarlet—the way confidence rolled back into her like a tide she could never resist. Even knowing it was coming, it still stole something from her every time. Her pulse jumped under Scarlet’s touch. She melted at the kiss along her jaw, at the whisper so close to her ear it felt like a promise being sealed rather than spoken. Lennon’s hands fisted softly in the fabric beneath her, not in fear or hesitation, but because she felt chosen—wanted in that way that made her chest ache with it. A breathy laugh slipped from her, shy but glowing, utterly undone by the attention. “Scarlet…” Lennon murmured, voice warm and reverent, like saying her name was its own kind of devotion. “You always do this to me.” Her head tipped back, trusting, offering. There was no bravado left—just honesty, just love. “Go feral. I want you too." Lennon’s body reacted before her thoughts could catch up, a quiet, helpless sound slipping from her as Scarlet’s hand made its presence known. It wasn’t overwhelming - it was anchoring, grounding her right there in the moment, like a spark settling low in her stomach and spreading warmth through her chest instead of heat. Her breath stuttered, lashes fluttering as sensation bloomed in a way that made her feel open rather than undone. “That feels…” Lennon started, voice barely more than a whisper, her smile soft and dazed. She swallowed, eyes shining when she looked at Scarlet. "Ah, perfect. So, so good." Her head pressed back against the cushioned backseats as she let the pleasure take over and forgot about everything else. "You don't even want to know how many times I have thought about you or Presley coming back here and doing something like this to me. I'm a backseat princess through and through and I'm not sorry about it."

sarah still didn't know how she’d gotten herself into this mess. she was supposed to be safe, but sometimes her own recklessness was her own worst enemy. she wanted to scream, to cry—she felt so lost, mostly because she felt stupid for not thinking twice. hearing dream’s voice started to calm her down, alongside the feeling of her sister’s hand pressed gently against her head. she cried harder then; her walls were tumbling down, and she felt like she was going to crumble right along with them. she felt lennon’s hand on her cheek and looked up, her eyes swimming with tears. "i didn't run," she nodded, gasping for air as if her lungs were betraying her. when lennon told her she didn't mind if dream showed up, sarah nodded slowly. "dream?" she said softly, trying to choke back a sob. "can you come to my dorm, please?" she begged. she never begged, but she was just that desperate. as the call ended, she dropped the phone on the floor and looked at her sister. "i probably hurt her in the past. i’m probably hurting her now, too, because now i’m just a walking reminder that i sleep around and i’m never cautious," she said, roughly wiping a tear from her cheek out of pure frustration. when her sister asked a question, sarah just shook her head. it was embarrassing how many messes she’d landed in because she never stopped to think. "i slept with her the night i had that fight over the phone with dad," she confessed. "i left her room the second she fell asleep. then i bumped into her a couple of mornings later," she told her sister, letting out a heavy sigh. "and she decided to stay. i tried to push her away, but she’s just so sweet and caring." she felt like she was going to lose it again. "and she’s so dumb for wanting to be with me when i’m just a fucking mess who can't do anything right." she sobbed loudly, the sound echoing in the room. "i don’t get why she wants me," she gasped. "i’m gonna ruin this relationship like i ruin everything else. because that’s just what sarah hendrix does—she fucks things up and then she runs."

Lennon didn’t let her pull away—not even when Sarah’s words turned sharp and self-loathing. She stayed right there, steady as a heartbeat, thumb brushing slow, grounding circles along Sarah’s cheek as if to remind her she was real, she was here, she wasn’t alone. “That’s not who you are,” Lennon said softly but firmly, the kind of honesty that didn’t bruise—it anchored. Her voice didn’t rise, didn’t crack, but it carried weight. “That’s who you think you are when you’re scared.” She leaned in, pressing her forehead gently to Sarah’s temple, protective in the way only an older sister could be—like she’d fight the whole world if she had to, but right now she was fighting Sarah’s worst thoughts instead. “You didn’t run this time about this,” Lennon repeated, slower this time, making sure it landed. “You stayed. You called me. You called her. That matters.” When Sarah confessed, when she tore herself open piece by piece, Lennon listened to every word without flinching. No judgment. No disappointment. Just understanding—and a quiet, fierce care. “So you slept with her during a hard moment,” Lennon said honestly. “You were hurting. You wanted comfort. That doesn’t make you careless—it makes you human.” She tipped Sarah’s chin up gently, forcing her to meet her eyes. “And leaving when she fell asleep? That tells me you were scared of wanting more, not that you didn’t care.” At the insult Sarah hurled at herself—she’s dumb for wanting me—Lennon shook her head immediately, a small, fond smile breaking through the concern. “No,” she said. “She’s not dumb. She’s choosing you.” Her thumb wiped away a tear Sarah had missed. “And people don’t choose wrecks, Sarah. They choose people they see something in.” She pulled Sarah into a full embrace then, arms wrapping around her like a shield, one hand smoothing through her hair the way she had when they were kids. “You’re not broken,” Lennon murmured. “You’re overwhelmed. There’s a difference.” She leaned back just enough to look at her again, eyes warm but unwavering. “And you don’t get to decide you’re going to ruin this before it’s even had a chance. That’s fear talking—not truth.” She squeezed her once more, a reassuring, sisterly squeeze. “Dream’s coming. We’ll figure this out together. One step at a time." Lennon was mid-stroke through Sarah’s hair when the door knocking sound reached her. She lifted her head, listening again. Yeah. Someone was definitely there. “Hey,” she said softly, steady and reassuring. “Stay right here, okay? Don’t move. I’ll be right back and bring her upstairs."

Lennon froze the moment Scarlet’s touch guided downward — not for lack of wanting, but because the shift in energy hit her like a rush of heat. A second ago she’d been bold and teasing, whispering all her need into the small space of the car but Scarlet taking control so effortlessly made her breath stutter in her chest. The closeness, the way Scarlet looked at her, the soft authority in her voice — it all wound tight inside Lennon, pulling a soft, broken inhale from her lips. Scarlet’s question hung between them, intimate enough to make the whole car feel smaller. Lennon’s eyes fluttered open, meeting Scarlet’s with something raw and vulnerable. Her voice came quieter than before, but steadier than her pulse. “I belong to you ... Presley and you. Both.” Lennon whispered, no hesitation in the words — just certainty. Her fingers curled lightly around Scarlet’s wrist, not to move her, but to anchor herself, her breath catching with how badly she wanted to close the remaining distance. Lennon’s breath hitched, and she let herself give into the pressure of Scarlet’s hand, the tiniest shiver running through her. Her head tilted back, pressing into the backseat cushions, and for a moment, the world outside the car ceased to exist. "Have I not already earned this when you pulled your hand away the first time? I feel like I have suffered enough. Don't you?"

she had never known the fear that came with calling someone after fucking things up; she had never taken accountability for anything before, and for the first time she didn’t run—lennon hadn’t let her. she sat on the floor with her head resting on her sister’s knee, feeling lennon’s fingers brushing through her hair, calming her in a way she desperately needed. as she spoke, she heard lennon reminding her she wasn’t alone, that they would figure things out together, that she had her. she was terrified; she wasn’t used to doing things like this, let alone being scared of being left when she was always the one who left first. she begged dream to let her talk first, afraid she wouldn’t get the words out, but as her trembling confession left her lips, she wished she could take it back, scared of what would follow. when she heard dream’s calm voice, sarah let out the air she’d been holding in a loud, desperate gasp, a tear sliding down her cheek and onto her sister’s trousers. “she is sweet,” she whispered back to lennon. “i’m sitting down, my sister is here with me,” she added softly, her free hand gripping her own trousers out of pure anxiety and anger at herself. “i just wanted to let you know,” she sobbed, the sound echoing in the small bathroom. “i fucked up,” she breathed, shaking her head but never pulling away from her sister. “as i always do.” a beat passed before her voice cracked, desperate. “can you come?” she looked up at lennon then, eyes pleading. “do you mind if she comes? i need you both.”

Lennon kept her fingers moving gently through Sarah’s hair, even as she felt her sister shaking against her knee. She didn’t flinch at the sobs or the way Sarah’s breath broke apart mid-sentence; she only pressed her palm a little more firmly against the back of Sarah’s head, grounding her. When Sarah whispered that Dream was sweet, Lennon nodded faintly, her voice low and steady. “She is,” she murmured, though her words were meant to soothe Sarah far more than comment on Dream herself. “You’re okay. Just breathe.” When the admission—I fucked up… as I always do—fell out of Sarah in a shuddering cry, Lennon didn’t let her pull away or fold into herself. Her hand slid down to cup Sarah’s cheek, wiping the tear that had fallen onto her trousers. “Hey,” Lennon whispered, firm but gentle. “You’re trying. That matters. You didn’t run this time.” There was no anger in her voice, only a soft conviction. Lennon shifted just enough to tilt Sarah’s chin upward, brushing her thumb along her jaw. “And no, I don’t mind. If you need both of us, then both of us will be there.” She kept her gaze steady on Sarah’s, anchoring her. “You’re allowed to need people, Sarah,” Lennon told her softly. “You’re allowed to need us.” And she didn’t look away—not for a second. A faint smile tugged at Lennon’s lips as she bent her head a little closer. “I’m really glad you have her,” she murmured, brushing a strand of Sarah’s hair behind her ear. “I know how hard that is for you. Trusting someone like that.” Her voice carried a quiet pride, the kind she didn’t often show openly. Then, with a small, gentle curiosity threading through her voice, Lennon tilted her head enough to glance down at her. “How did you two meet?” she asked softly, not prying, just… wanting to know. Wanting to understand this person who mattered so much to Sarah. “Tell me about her.” Her thumb brushed along Sarah’s shoulder, grounding and affectionate. “I like hearing things that make you feel safe,” Lennon added, voice warm.

sarah knew there wasn’t an easy way out this time. she couldn’t keep this secret from dream—not if she truly cared about her. in a few months, when the bump started showing, it wouldn’t matter how hard she tried to hide it. she exhaled shakily, all the air she’d been holding finally escaping her lungs. “but i don’t want her to leave me,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “this is the first time in years i don’t want anyone else. i don’t want to fight it. what if she doesn’t want to stay?” the words cracked as they came out—raw, unguarded, the kind of vulnerability sarah rarely let anyone see. when she heard her sister laugh, her brows furrowed, unsure what was going through lennon’s mind. but at her sister’s words, she nodded slowly. maybe they were similar—maybe she’d just never noticed before. “okay,” she said, nodding again, as if she was trying to convince herself more than her sister. she reached for lennon’s hand, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. “you’re all i need, lennon,” she said softly, her voice steadier now. her sister had always been her anchor, the person she loved most in the world. if this call went badly, she knew lennon would still be there. sarah stood, grabbed her phone from the sink where she’d left it after calling lennon earlier, then sank down to the bathroom floor beside the tub, her head resting against her sister’s knee. with trembling fingers, she dialed dream. “hi, dream,” she began softly, her eyes shut tight. “i have something i need to tell you.” her voice broke again. “wait—please, let me say it before you say anything.” she drew in a shaky breath. “i just found out i’m pregnant,” she managed to say before the tears spilled. “and i don’t know who it’s from,” she choked out. “but i thought you had to know.”

Lennon’s eyes softened immediately at the sound of Sarah’s trembling voice, the vulnerability she rarely let anyone see cutting through any distance between them. She reached down instinctively, letting Sarah rest her head against her knee, offering quiet, steady support without words at first. Her presence alone—calm, unjudging—was a lifeline. When Sarah spoke, Lennon’s hand rose to lightly brush over her sister’s hair, fingers lingering in a gentle, reassuring gesture. She didn’t interrupt, didn’t rush; she let Sarah’s confession spill out fully, knowing that sometimes the best way to communicate care was simply to be there. “Hey… it’s okay. You’re not alone. We’ll figure this out together.” Her hand remained on Sarah’s head, kneading lightly with quiet reassurance. Every small motion, every steady breath, was a silent promise: no judgment, no pressure—just unwavering support. “I’ve got you,” she murmured. “Always.” Her eyes held warmth and unspoken strength, letting Sarah know she could face whatever came next with someone firmly at her side. She listened intently as Sarah’s soft, trembling voice came through the line. Each word, each crack in her tone, made Lennon’s chest tighten with protective instinct. She heard Sarah beg for a moment to speak first, her shaky breath, and then the words that made Lennon’s heart ache a little. Her hand lightly rubbing her sister’s arm in slow, comforting circles. She stayed quiet, leaning in just enough to hear the phone without crowding, letting Sarah speak to Dream freely. Through the phone, Dream’s voice was calm and steady, asking gentle questions without judgment: “How are you feeling? Do you want to sit down? Do you want me to come over?” Every word was soft, measured, and careful, full of warmth and care. Lennon felt the tension in Sarah’s shoulders start to ease just a fraction. "See? She’s sweet."

Lennon felt a shiver run through her as Scarlet’s words hit her—maybe you should show me just how much you want this, pretty girl. She grinned, that playful spark lighting up her eyes as she leaned just a little closer, letting the warmth of Scarlet’s breath brush against her skin. Every brush of their hands sent sparks up her arms, and she couldn’t help but feel a little giddy, heart racing. “You have no idea what you’re asking for,” Lennon said, voice low and teasing, a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. She traced a finger along Scarlet’s hand slowly, deliberately, letting her thumb brush against the back in a way that felt intimate and electric. “But… I think I can give you a little preview.” Lennon tilted her head, a playful grin tugging at her lips as she brushed her fingers along her own waist and up-wards, deliberately slow, letting Scarlet see the small, teasing movements. She shifted slightly, leaning just enough to catch Scarlet’s gaze, her expression full of mischief and confidence. Every glance, every subtle movement was meant to make Scarlet’s chest tighten, to hold her attention, and Lennon reveled in the quiet thrill of being watched, feeling powerful and playful all at once. Lennon let her playful grin linger a moment longer before slowly reaching for Scarlet’s hand. Her fingers wrapped around it gently, and she lifted it to her lips, pressing a soft, deliberate kiss to the palm. "You see this hand?” Lennon murmured softly, voice low and teasing. “These fingers.” She held Scarlet’s hand a little longer, letting the connection linger, letting the quiet intimacy and flirtation speak louder than words ever could. Slowly, deliberately, she guided Scarlet’s hand to where she wanted it.

having lennon by her side made everything feel a little less scary, her arms around her the way she told her she wasn’t alone and she wasn’t weak was something sarah didn’t know she needed to hear, she was terrified but if her sister said everything would be alright, even with the walls she had built so high, there was a part of her that wanted to hold onto those words, she needed to believe lennon. the way her arms felt around her made sarah let out all the air she had been holding, but when lennon answered with the opposite of what she had said, sarah pulled away just to look at her, eyebrows furrowed. she had planned on breaking things with dream, just to avoid hurting anyone and to not think about what would happen, that had always been the easy way, or at least what she thought was easy, she had walked away from so many beds, so many mornings, how could this be different? she panicked, she liked dream, she actually did, but she didn’t know how to handle it all. when lennon told her what she had to do was tell dream, she froze, confused. “so i tell her?” she nodded, “what if she thinks i’m a slut and doesn’t want to see me anymore?” she asked, eyebrows raised, “that would be fucking pathetic, len,” she pointed out, letting out a sigh. “fuck me,” she mused, getting up, “do i call her? do i facetime her? what the hell do i do, len?”

Lennon stayed close, wrapping her arms around Sarah the way she always did when the world felt like too much. “You’re not alone, and you’re not weak,” she murmured softly, letting the words sink in. She could feel Sarah trembling against her, the walls built so high they almost seemed unscalable, but Lennon didn’t flinch. She just held her tighter, her presence steady and grounding. But then she said something Sarah hadn’t expected, and the other pulled back, eyebrows furrowed. Lennon smiled gently, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “I know it’s scary. I know you’ve always taken the easy way out before,” she said, her voice soft but firm. “But this time, running won’t fix anything. You owe Dream honesty.” Lennon nodded, her tone patient and encouraging. “Yeah. You tell her. The truth. That’s all you can do. It's her decision once the truth's out." Lennon couldn’t help it—she laughed, warm and low, shaking her head. She narrowed her eyes playfully at her sister. “Oh my god, Sarah…” she said, teasing but kind. “She knows you’re like me. We ran from bed to bed to escape our problems. Anyone worth your time isn’t going to shame you for being you. And if they do, that says more about them than it does about you." Lennon reached out, taking Sarah’s hand and holding it like a lifeline. “You just reach out,” she said, gentle but firm. “Pick up the phone. Say what you need to say. You don’t need a script, just… honesty." Lennon wasn’t just giving advice—she was holding space, letting her sister know it was okay to be scared, okay to stumble, and okay to trust that someone had her back no matter what. Lennon squeezed Sarah’s hand gently, looking her in the eyes with a soft, steady gaze. “Whatever happens,” she said, voice quiet but firm, “whatever she says after that, I’ll still be here. I know I’m not much, but I’m back. And I’m gonna protect my little sister—how I should’ve done before.” Her words weren’t dramatic or overblown; they were honest, grounding, full of the quiet strength that made Sarah feel like she could breathe for the first time in ages. Lennon’s presence wasn’t just comforting—it was a promise.

Lennon’s lips curved into a sly, teasing grin, her eyes flicking up to meet Scarlet’s with a spark that was equal parts playful and desperate. “Mm, you always know exactly what I want, don’t you?” Lennon purred, her voice low and teasing, a little needy at the edges. She bit her lower lip, letting her gaze roam over Scarlet in that slow, deliberate way that made it impossible to look away. “You have no idea what you do to me." Lennon’s eyes followed Scarlet every step of the way, her gaze hungry but playful, taking in the way she moved with effortless confidence and a teasing sway. She let out a low, appreciative hum, leaning against the door frame just enough to stretch the moment. “You really know how to make a girl wait,” Lennon murmured, voice teasing but tinged with want. Her hands itched to reach out, but she held back, letting Scarlet’s movements draw her in instead. Her eyes lingered on every curve, every playful gesture, entirely captivated. Her hands ghosted over Scarlet’s sides as she moved closer, hips pressing lightly, teasing with the promise of more. “You want me to make you scream?” Lennon whispered, leaning her forehead against hers, letting her warmth mingle with Scarlet’s. Her hands grazed the hem of her dress, tugging it over her head and tossing it aside with a teasing smirk. Her eyes flicked to Scarlet’s, dark and playful, a little needy, like she couldn’t wait any longer but wanted Scarlet to savor the moment too. “Now…” she murmured, voice low and husky, “do you wanna do the honors of taking off the rest?”

of course scarlet knew what she was doing—she was trying to drive her girlfriend crazy, and she wasn’t being shy about it. she loved hearing those needy whimpers, seeing that pout, and the way lennon looked at her was just a bonus. she was addicted to the effect she had on her, and even if it wasn’t new, it never stopped amusing her. “i know, but you love having to work for it, don’t you, baby?” she asked, her voice raspy as her gaze lingered on the blonde sitting there with her hand between her thighs. “i love driving you crazy, i love those little moans, and that little pout of yours begging me to make you cum in my car.” she smiled, watching lennon bite her bottom lip, savoring that sweet moment in her car. lennon couldn’t have imagined how much scarlet was enjoying it—enough to actually pull over on the side of the road. she adored that mischievous glint in lennon’s eyes. “someone’s feeling risky,” she smirked, leaning closer to her girl, her hand possessively cupping her cheek before sliding to the back of her neck. “i can’t say no to having you twice,” she whispered with a smile, her hand moving south again, slipping back inside her underwear. “i made you like this—what a bad girl,” she teased, leaning in even closer. “what if i tell you to get in the back seat so i can make you scream in my car? will you be a good girl for me, lennon?”

Lennon’s breath hitched, her head tipping back against the seat as Scarlet’s words wrapped around her like fire. Her lips parted, her voice trembling but laced with that sweet, desperate approval Scarlet craved. “Oh, god… you know I’ll be good for you,” she whispered, biting down on her bottom lip again, her eyes glassy with want. She tilted her head into Scarlet’s touch, practically melting into the hand at her neck. Her thighs shifted restlessly, the need making her voice come out half-plea, half-purr. Her gaze darted to the back seat, then back to Scarlet’s hungry eyes, a wicked little smile curling her lips. “If you tell me to get back there… I’ll do it. I’ll do anything you say. I just—” her voice cracked on a whimper, “—I need you so bad, Scarlet.” She leaned in, brushing her lips teasingly close, but not quite kissing, letting Scarlet feel the heat of her breath. Lennon’s fingers suddenly wrapped around Scarlet’s wrist, pulling her hand back from her underwear with a shaky but determined grip. Her chest rose and fell in quick, hungry breaths, eyes locked on Scarlet with that glint of reckless need. Before Scarlet could fire back, Lennon slid off the front seat, her body moving quick and fluid, and slipped into the back. She stretched herself out across the leather, long legs drawing up in a slow, deliberate pose, arching just enough to make the view impossible to ignore. Her blonde hair spilled across the seat, her lips parted, her cheeks flushed pink, and she looked at Scarlet like she was already ruined, already waiting to be taken apart. “See?” Lennon breathed, running her hands down her own body with a little smirk that betrayed her nerves and need all at once. “I’m being your good girl.” Her voice dropped into a needy whimper, inviting, taunting all at once. “Now get back here and make me scream like you promised.”

her sister was reading her like a book and that alone made sarah want to crawl out of her own skin, because she’d spent years building walls and suddenly none of it mattered—lennon could still see her fear, her panic, the way being pregnant while still studying felt like standing on the edge of a cliff with no ground below; “maybe i’m just overwhelmed, scared and an awful human, lennon, you don’t know that,” she muttered, but she knew her sister did, because lennon always did, and when she let out a sad little laugh and asked if she was really that easy to read, it was like admitting defeat, like saying yes, i’m terrified, yes, i’ve screwed up before just to prove to our parents i could, yes, i keep making messes i don’t know how to clean; but then she chuckled at lennon’s words and nudged her, “what’s life without plot twists?” and the tiniest smile tugged at her lips because maybe this wasn’t just a disaster, maybe calling lennon had been the best decision she could’ve made; still, her voice broke when she whispered, “you’re not just saying that to make me feel better, right? how am i supposed to be a good mom? i don’t know what i’m doing, len,” and leaning into her sister’s arms felt like the first real breath she’d taken all day—until another wave of panic crashed over her, “i’m kinda seeing this girl… how the heck do i tell her i’m pregnant and i like her?” she blurted, before shaking her head at her own words, pacing and standing up because sitting still was impossible, “maybe i should just end it, tell her there’s nothing, stop it before anyone gets hurt, right?” her eyes were wide when they landed on lennon again, her voice cracking under the weight of it all, “that’s what i have to do, right? god.”

Lennon watched Sarah shrink under her own fears, felt it in the way she stiffened and avoided her gaze. Every wall Sarah had spent years building seemed to crumble in moments, and Lennon could see it all: the panic, the fear, the weight of being pregnant while still trying to study, standing on the edge of a cliff with nothing below. “Yes,” Lennon said softly, nudging her shoulder. “And it doesn’t make you weak. It just makes you human.” Lennon smiled, quiet but steady. “You’re not alone,” Lennon said firmly, pulling her into a hug. “You don’t have to know everything right now. We’ll figure it out together.” Lennon wrapped her arms around Sarah, feeling the tremor in her sister’s body as she leaned in. She rested the top of her head against Sarah’s, letting the warmth of the hug sink in for both of them. Slowly, she pressed a gentle kiss to the crown of Sarah’s hair, holding the moment longer than necessary, letting her presence speak louder than any words could. “You just have to tell her the truth, Sarah,” Lennon murmured, her voice calm but firm, steady like an anchor in the storm. “Nobody wants anything built on a lie. You might be scared, but being honest… that’s the only way anything real can grow. I know it feels impossible right now, but you don’t have to do it alone. I’ll be here while you figure it out. It’s okay to be afraid. It doesn’t make you weak. It just means you care. And caring is what’s going to make you a good mom, not pretending everything is perfect.”

sarah was sad, angry, furious, and scared all at once—so overwhelmed she didn’t even know how to let it all out. how could she, when she’d just found out she was pregnant after sleeping around with more people than she could count? when she crashed into lennon, her eyes closed tightly, trying to keep herself together, trying to breathe. lennon was promising she wasn’t going anywhere, and sarah believed her, but that didn’t make the terror disappear. she clung to her sister like she’d fall apart the second she let go, like staying grounded depended entirely on that hug. she tried to calm herself down, but how could she, when everything she thought she knew about her life had just shattered? sitting down, her arms wrapped around herself, she fought back tears, using jokes like armor, trying to look like she didn’t care—trying to rebuild her walls one brick at a time. “i’m awful, that’s how i’d describe myself,” she said, nodding. “i don’t want to tell mom,” she added, “but the idea of making her angry is kind of tempting.” she tried to laugh like it would make any of this easier. “first of all, stop with the pep talk. i’m not strong, not brave, and this... this isn’t smart,” she said, her voice cracking. “i’m an asshole, i’m dumb, and i just want people to look at me, react to me, and this is what i get.” she shook her head, unable to believe herself. when lennon brushed her leg gently, sarah finally looked up. “it does sound crazy,” she whispered. “especially considering i always thought i’d be the aunt first, you know, with you and your two hot partners,” she tried to joke again. she wiped the tears off her cheeks. “this kid’s gonna have more aunts and uncles than most,” she said, her voice softening. “born out of chaos and probably walking through it their whole life,” she added, a dry laugh escaping her. “thanks for coming, len.”

Lennon's arms wrapped tightly around her sister. “I’m not going anywhere,” Lennon had said — and she meant it like a vow. Sarah clung to her, and Lennon let her. No questions, no rushing. Just the slow, steady heartbeat of someone who loved her without condition. She could feel her sister trembling, feel the breathless terror running through her bones, and Lennon just kept holding on. When Sarah finally pulled away enough to speak, her voice was a whip made of self-loathing and sarcasm. Lennon didn’t smile at the joke. She saw straight through it. But she didn’t shut it down either. She brushed her hand gently over Sarah’s back. “You’re not awful,” Lennon said softly but firmly. “You’re overwhelmed. You’re scared. And maybe you made some wild choices, but that doesn’t make you bad. It makes you human.” She sat beside her, knees touching. Lennon didn’t pry — she just stayed close, just in case her sister needed a reason not to vanish into herself. “You want to be seen,” Lennon said softly. “That doesn’t make you awful, Sarah. That makes you hurting. And I see you. Not just the chaos — you. The girl who’s scared and angry and still trying to make jokes through the pain. You’re not dumb. You’re just… figuring it out. And yeah, maybe this isn’t what you imagined — but that doesn’t mean it can’t become something good.” When Sarah finally looked up, Lennon met her eyes with a quiet strength — not dramatic, not overbearing. Just steady. Just safe. Sarah's next comment Lennon snorted at, smirking despite herself. “Well, we were working on it,” she said, nudging Sarah lightly. “But damn, you really pulled a plot twist, huh?” Lennon reached over, threading her fingers gently through her sister’s. “Maybe,” she said, voice calm and warm. “But they’ll also be born into so much love." Then, when Sarah whispered her thank-you, Lennon squeezed her hand. “Always,” she said simply. “You call, I come. No matter what.” She pressed a tender kiss to Sarah’s head, lingering there for a heartbeat, her lips warm and steady against tangled hair. Then, in a voice low, sure, and full of love, she whispered, "This baby is going to have such a good mom in you. You already know what not to do, Sar. You know how it felt — and you’re not going to pass that on. You're going to break the cycle. I know you are." She wrapped her arm around Sarah’s shoulder, holding her close again, not letting her pull away — not from this truth, not from this hope. “You don’t have to be perfect,” Lennon added softly, “just real. And you’ve always been that.”

she loved how desperate lennon looked in the passenger seat, the way those breathy gasps and soft whispers slipped from her lips—it lit something inside scarlet, she was having the time of her life. the way lennon’s hips shifted, how she silently begged for more, only for scarlet to pull her fingers away, made the need in her eyes burn even brighter, and it had scarlet’s smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth. she kept her expression calm, amused, like none of it affected her, like she wasn’t falling apart just from watching her girl fall apart. the bratty little noise lennon made when scarlet stopped had her gripping the wheel tighter, her knuckles white. “says me,” she murmured, her voice dripping with honey and desire. at the soft begging, scarlet finally turned to look at her. “what if i wanted to see you fall apart on our bed instead of in my car?” she asked steadily, gaze sharp and sure. “you’re too pretty to be anything less than my perfect pillow princess,” she added with a nod, confident and proud. “of course i know it, baby, i know exactly how to treat my girl.” and with that, she pulled off the road, lights off, engine cut. “so tell me, babygirl,” she said, voice low, her hand leaving the wheel to cup lennon’s jaw, “do you want to cum right here in my car, or should we wait till we’re home? it’s your choice.” she leaned in, her eyes locked on hers. “tell me, babygirl—what do you want?”

Lennon’s thighs squeezed together instinctively, her breath catching as Scarlet’s hand ghosted away again. She let out the softest, neediest little whimper, all pout and fire as she turned in her seat, giving Scarlet those big, desperate eyes. Her voice came out breathy, laced with frustration and flirtation. “You’re such a tease,” she whispered, lips parted. “You know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you?” Her hips shifted again, searching for any kind of friction, her body practically aching. “You drive me crazy,” she added, voice sweet but trembling, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. When Scarlet turned the engine off and cupped her jaw like that—like Lennon belonged to her and they both knew it—her breath hitched again. Her eyes fluttered shut, just for a second, before she looked up through her lashes. Her voice was a low, sultry hum, laced with need and defiance. She bit her lower lip, eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and longing. “Well, what if I said the secret third option and said both?” she murmured, voice soft but daring. “What if I said I want you right here and at home with Presley again?” Her fingers traced lazy patterns on Scarlet’s arm, playful and electric. “Why choose when I can have you twice over?” She smiled then, slow and wicked. She leaned in, their lips barely brushing, her voice barely audible now. “Right now though? I want your hand back between my thighs. I want you right now, right here—because you made me like this." Lennon’s eyes sparkled with wicked delight, the challenge igniting a fire beneath her skin. She leaned in close, voice dripping with playful heat. “Use your hand, your tongue, yourself, whatever you want—just get me off and get us back home for round three."

Lennon’s lips parted with a breathy gasp. Her body was already betraying her, following every move Scarlet made like a magnet. “I'm not trying to think,” she whispered, voice almost a whimper. Scarlet’s fingers had moved with practiced ease—teasing, stopping just when Lennon needed her most. It was driving her insane. Every time the touch faded, her hips shifted, seeking it out, silently begging. Scarlet was having her fun, and Lennon could feel it in the way she kept her own composure, in how she made Lennon squirm. The worst part was, it was working—she was aching, desperate, nearly trembling in the passenger seat. Then Scarlet had gone still. So Lennon, bold with frustration, slipped her own hand between her thighs, a bratty defiance. She needed something—anything. She let out a moan, louder than she meant to, not even caring. She saw the way Scarlet’s knuckles went white on the steering wheel, how her jaw tightened as her eyes fluttered shut for a second. Lennon’s thighs clenched around her own hand. "Says who?" Her voice was shaky when she replied, but filled with helpless honesty. “I know it does." Then came the final blow. Lennon’s cheeks flushed. Her pride warred with her need—but her body had already decided. “I’ll beg,” she breathed, eyes heavy, lips trembling. “Please, Scarlet, please." Lennon let out a soft, sulky sigh, eyes flicking toward Scarlet with a teasing glint. “I’m too pretty to do all the hard work,” she said, lips curling into a smirk. “And you know it.”