Lennon Elyse

“I’m hoping it doesn’t come to that,” he answered honestly. His hand still soothing her back. “So send your letter and how about you come to me with her response?” The last thing wanted to do was insert himself in their dilemma, but he couldn’t say no to Lennon, not when she was clearly distressed and asking so desperately. “You want to try taking a bath, baby? Then we can get order some food, anything you want. And try getting some sleep, hm?”

Text: Hi….um….if you want me to?

Text: Are you sure? Like, really sure?

Text: That’s fine.

Text: Hi….um….if you want me to?

Text: Are you sure? Like, really sure?

Ben didn’t day anything else on it. It was clear she just wanted comfort, so he was willing to do just that. So there was no more questions being asked. All he could do was simply listen to her as she rambled on, rubbing her back and holding her for as long as she wanted. 

Ben didn’t know what to take of this. He got the sense that Quinn could be aloof if she wanted to be but never would have thought that she would act that way with Lennon, which only made him more curious about what Lennon was holding back. “I’m not going to force you to tell me, but there’s not much I can do to help if you won’t tell me what’s going on.” He sighed and ran his fingers through Lennon’s short hair. “That being said, if you don’t know what you did and she won’t tell you, that’s more on her than on you.” 

Text: If you’re not already under orders, you’re ordered to my room for the rest of the night.

From what Ben thought, it seemed like Lennon and Quinn got along amazingly, especially from what he witnessed on the trip. So this was certainly surprising for him to hear. “Sh sh sh,” he said soothingly, running his hand up and down her back as an attempt to calm her down. He wasn’t in any rush and allowed her to calm down a bit before following up. “What happened, baby girl? Why is she upset? What did you do?”

Ben didn’t know what was going on with Lennon, but he chalked it off to what was happening before. And perhaps it was a mistake, but he didn’t want to be overbearing because the last thing he wanted to do if they were going to make this a forever thing was be too dependent on him. So he gave her time. And it seemed to work out alright since she was reaching out now. At least that’s what he thought until he saw the state of Lennon as she knelt at his door. Ben clicked his tongue and leaned down to scoop her up in his arms. The closed the door behind him before taking him straight into the living room. He continued to hold her in his lap, turning off the television so he could better focus on her. Pulling her back from his chest, he cupped her face in both of his hands so he could better look at her. “What happened, baby?” 

Quinn looked down at the photograph that had seen better days even before she snatched it from Lennon’s hands to see a tear that was now pulling Beth’s soft face in two different directions and she felt a hole in her chest start to form. It was the only picture she had of Beth, the only picture her mother had taken and that her father had allowed to keep. The sentimental value of it made it mean more to her anything and maybe even anyone. And now it was ruined. She looked at Lennon and she didn’t even care if the other submissive was affected by what just happened. It was maybe the first time she didn’t care about Lennon and not hurting her feelings. “Get out.” Her cold voice broke the silence. “Get outta my fuckin’ room, Lennon.”

“I wouldn’t say I’m cold to be back considering it’s still the middle of winter, but I’m probably more glad to be out of that storm than anything else really.” She shrugged her shoulders. She couldn’t say she would be going to any private islands any time soon and she might honestly take being stuck in the snow over being stuck in the middle of an intense storm like that ever again. There was silence as Quinn moved around her small room, placing things back where they belonged and coming to the conclusion that her stuff would just ever fit in this tiny shoebox of a room when Lennon’s voice broke through the silence. Her head turned to look over her shoulder and her green eyes locked on the picture in the other girl’s hand. “Put that down.” Quinn spoke through gritted teeth before she didn’t waste any time snatching the picture from her hands, the corners of the already frayed image tearing a little more. 

Quinn playfully rolled her eyes though the other submissive couldn’t see it. “I’m in my room.” She called out to her as she continued to unload her suitcase. She’d managed to get the first one done and quickly moved on the second one. “Hey. Do you mind helping me with that last bag?” It was her smaller carry on and it shouldn’t take Lennon too long unpacking it if she chose to help. Quinn was hoping that she would since the quicker she was done with all of this, the sooner they could get on to whatever the night had in store for the both of them.

While hadn’t been looking forward to getting back to the snow and the colder weather, she was grateful to be out the storm that had caused her so much anxiety and the reason she had been so vulnerable. She was happy to get back to normal life and her usual routine. And that meant spending time with Lennon. The girl was forgiving and she didn’t seem to be holding what Quinn had done on the island against her. Quinn opened her suitcase at the foot of her bed, finally deciding now was as good a time as any to unpack and get her room back in order. She hummed softly to herself as she tossed things of her dirty clothes hamper and placed things back in her drawer, waiting for Lennon to arrive.