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You’ve been grading papers alongside your girlfriend Melissa Schemmenti all Friday evening. You both went home late, and got some pizza because the both of you were too tired to even attempt to cook tonight.

“Oh my god?! Why did I assign my second graders so much homework?!” You loudly groan, throwing your pen down against the table, hiding your face in your hands before looking at your girlfriend who just chuckles and keeps grading her middle school students’ math tests.

“So that they retain the information and you’re not teaching the same thing over and over again.” Melissa replies, her experience evident. “What the? Some kid wrote a paper- a paper on Rosa Parks?!” She holds the paper closer to her face perplexed as to why a student would turn in an essay.

“He AI generated it. See, this is why I don’t think these kids should have unlimited internet access. See! Rosa Parks invented parks?!” She says in disbelief, putting the paper to the side before moving on to the next math test. You grab the paper and have a good laugh at incorrect information the AI generated into an essay.

“I started grading before you, how are you almost finished before me?” You ask Melissa perplexed by her incredibly fast skill at grading. “Experience, hun.” She replies, not even looking up from the math test she’s currently grading.

You peer over, paying attention to her handwriting as she assigns students grades. If a student got an A, she’d write down a praise. If a student got a B, Melissa would write encouragement so that they could do better on the next test. If a student got a C, Melissa would assign them a tutoring time, so that she can help them understand what went wrong.

You don’t think you’ve ever seen a student fail in Melissa’s class yet, but it was just her first year teaching middle schoolers and they were all a smart bunch. “Pretty easy when they’re all passing, huh?” You ask and Melissa just nods and keeps grading.

Taking a mini break, you grab a slice of plain pepperoni pizza and eat it, while watching your girlfriend effortlessly grade test after test. Once you finish eating, you wipe your hands on a napkin and admire how your girlfriend’s red pen effortlessly glides across the pages.

You’re barely starting to grade Thursday’s homework when your shoulders start cramping up. Melissa notices your discomfort, and immediately becomes attentive, not bothering to finish the last test. “Your back is hurting?” Melissa says while you move your shoulders, trying to ease the stiffness you feel in them.

“Cmon, you’re done for the night.” Melissa says, taking the pen out of your hand and laying it down on top of your stack of ungraded homework. “Mel, I just have- no.” Your girlfriend interrupts you, and places her hands on your shoulders giving you a massage that immediately makes the aches go away.

You throw your head back, moaning in pleasure and Melissa whispers in your ear. “Mmm don’t make those pretty noises or you’ll get me all riled up, baby.” “Too tired for that, I want to sleep.” You tell her, almost falling asleep upright as she massages your shoulders.

The two of you go to bed, with you knocking out immediately loudly snoring and drooling on your pillow, as Melisa watches a re-run episode of Real Housewives of New Jersey. Eventually, your girlfriend falls asleep while watching the next episode and leaving the tv turned on.

You wake up at 2AM, and try every method possible to go back to sleep, but you’re unable to sleep. After countless sheep counted, and numbers said backwards, you get up from your shared bed, careful to not wake Melissa up.

You get the idea to finish grading papers right then and there, and walk to the kitchen where you turn the light on and sit down at the kitchen table ready to resume grading. After about an hour, you feel your back starting to get sore, so you decide to move everything over to the couch.

You’re so enthralled in grading, you don't even notice sleep taking over your body, until you fall asleep on the couch in an uncomfortable position.You’re sitting up, with your head thrown back, papers still in hand, while the pen has slipped out of your hand, and dropped to the floor.

When morning comes around, Melissa wakes up confused that you’re not in bed with her. She gets out of bed, having to stretch her body that’s feeling stiffer and stiffer by the day. Melissa makes her way downstairs, and has to stifle a laugh, at seeing the position you're in. Your girlfriend pulls out her phone, and snaps a picture of you asleep. She moves closer to you and begins to softly shake your shoulder.

“Babe? Baby!” You wake up at Melissa laughing at you while shaking your shoulder. You wake up with a snort, and are stunned for a moment, until your girlfriend’s face is a familiar sight for you that your brain focuses on.

“Mel? Mm- You fell asleep grading homework on the couch, hun.” Melissa interrupts you, while using her thumb to wipe the drool from your chin. “You looked pretty adorable, if I say so myself.” She says as you yawn and stretch your arms, waking up.

“Oh my god, I didn’t” You say embarrassed while hiding your face in your hands, as she grabs one of your hands, moving it away from your face. You lay your head on Melissa’s shoulder as you yawn again.

“How about this, you get some proper sleep while I grade your students' homework?” Melissa asks while you shake your head. “No baby, that’s not fair- go to sleep and I'll have everything finished in about an hour.” Your girlfriend demands, and you give in, going upstairs to your shared bed.

You collapse on Melissa’s side of the bed, and almost immediately go to sleep, while Melissa hunkers down on the kitchen table and finishes the homework you assigned. She quickly finishes grading the homework, and puts it away before she gets up and cooks breakfast.

She cracks some eggs and makes them just the way you like, before frying some bacon in the pan. She decides to make some pancakes as well, and at the same time you’re awoken by the smell of bacon in the pan. You wake up, and make your way downstairs, as Melissa is hunched over the kitchen making breakfast.

You make your way over to your girlfriend, before hugging her from behind and yawning, resting your head on her shoulder. “You’re making pancakes?” You ask with a yawn and she nods. “Yeah, good thing you woke up hun, or you would’ve eaten them cold.” Melissa replies.

You laugh as Melissa flips the pancake perfectly, and she turns her head to peck your temple. You blush, and start giggling at your own reaction. “You still blush when I kiss you, and we’ve been together for a year already.” Melissa turns her head, while staring at you.

“I finished grading everything, hun. I put it all in your bag.” Melissa tells you, as she starts plating the food, and turns the stove off. The food looks absolutely delicious, but that’s the norm for all of Melissa’s food. The bacon is absolutely crispy, and the eggs are perfectly cooked, along with the pancakes.

You grab the plate that Melissa hands you and sit down at the kitchen table next to her. You’re always clingy when you wake up, and she understands, so she lets you be close while you’re both eating. “Baby, your food is always perfect. I wish I was fully awake to fully enjoy it.” You tell her while yawning.

The both of you eat in silence, and once you finish, you both move over to the couch where you cling to her, being 90% certain you’re going to fall asleep with your head on top of her lap. However, before you do, you need to thank her.

You look up at Melissa before saying “Babe? Hey, I just wanted to say thank you for grading those last papers for me. You always do so much for me, and I'm so grateful that you’re in my life.” You say before a yawn interrupts you. Melissa laughs, and shushes you before running her hands through your hair. “No need to thank me, sweet girl. I do all that because I love you.”

“Mmm I love you too, and I'll be sure to treat you out soon.” You say yawning, your exhaustion evident and Melissa shushes you and encourages you to go to sleep, by giving your shoulders a quick massage, and rocking your head slowly back and forth in her lap.

After a few minutes, your snores can be heard throughout the living room, and Melissa spends the next few hours with your head in her lap sleeping, before she eventually dozes off for a couch nap as well.

You both make your way into the backseat of Melissa’s red sedan, which you’ve found out can be cramped. Once Melissa is inside, she locks the doors and puts her keys in the front seat, before resuming kissing you. “You’ve been teasing me hun, all day. These tits- my tits-” Melissa whispers possessively in your ear as her hand comes up to roughly grab your chest and squeeze causing you to moan.

“Mmm sweetheart, fuck, keep doing that’ Melissa says squeezing your breasts at just the right spot to make you throw your head back, and she uses this to start aggressively kissing your neck, while helping you take off your jersey, leaving you in just your tank top and jeans.

You look into Melissa’s eyes and see her looking at you with dilated pupils and her predatory smile that you fall for. Melissa takes off her Phillies jacket, which leaves her in a shirt that has you staring at her chest. “My eyes are up here, baby.” Melissa tells you, while lifting your chin up and locking your lips in a kiss again.

Melissa lifts your tank top up, and quickly undoes your bra, not fully taking them off in case you need to get quickly dressed. Her mouth immediately goes to your nipples, biting them hard, before softly sucking on them to soothe the sting. You lift Melissa’s shirt, and grab at her breasts, softly massaging them.

“Just a car quickie? Because my back’s going to kill me. What? Why are you laughing? This is what happens when you date an older woman y'know?” Melissa says while you laugh and nod. “Alright, let’s get to the good stuff then.” You say while unbuttoning your jeans, and Melissa does the same.

“I don’t think I've ever done this before.” “What? Touched another woman?” Melissa sarcastically replies. “No, I mean like this position, when we’re touching each other at the same time. I think this position is just reserved for small spaces.” You reply and Melissa just nods her head, as she rests her hand on your thigh, waiting for permission.

You do the same, and as you spread your legs, Melissa’s hand goes inside your jeans, her fingers softly going along your underwear, tracing the wet patch that’s formed with just making out and some light nipple play.. “All this for me? It’s so easy to get you riled up isn’t it, my good girl?” Melissa asks and you nod while closing your eyes.

Your hands make their way inside Melissa’s pants, knowing that it takes more than just making out and some light touching to make Melissa wet. You immediately get to work, running your fingers along Melissa’s inner thighs before the pants seam stops you.

“Someone’s eager, huh?” Melissa cockily says as you start to slowly tease her, and bring her to her high. “Yeah, just like that. You’re doing so good.” Melissa moans out, and after a few minutes of teasing, you can feel her wetness on your fingers.

“Good girl” Melissa says, as she pushes your wet underwear to the side as you feel her index and ring finger open you up, and after a few seconds of teasing, she uses her middle finger to pleasure you. All you can hear is the sounds of Melissa moving her finger in and out, before she adds another finger in while praising you. “Oh, you're so tight.I can feel you clenched around my fingers.”

As Melissa is pleasuring you, you manage to find your way inside her underwear, and start to softly tease her, softly tugging on her pubic hair which has her moaning. After some light teasing, you start to pleasure her, your fingers quickening inside of her, the sound of sex loudly heard in the car.

After a while, you both are close to the edge, panting and moaning loudly. You’re the first one to finish, as Melissa curls her fingers in just the right way, causing a dam to break in your jeans. Melissa takes her hand out of your jeans, and cleans her fingers up using her mouth, as she uses her now free hand to softly tug on your hair.

“Cmon baby, make me cum.” Melissa softly encourages, as you begin to move your fingers in and out of her, moving your thumb to play with her clit, as her back arches at that movement. You know exactly what it takes to make Melissa finish, and as you start to move your fingers inside her as fast as you can while, your mouth finds a way to her nipple and starts softly sucking, which makes her go wild.

Melissa finishes and as you bring her down from her high, she just wraps an arm around you. You remove your fingers and suck on them, treasuring her taste. You both sit in silence for a few minutes, letting the high pass through the both of you before she silently gestures at you to get into the passenger seat.

Melissa gets into the driver seat, and doesn’t hesitate, quickly pulling out of the Abbott Elementary parking lot. She quickly gets on the highway and it’s a relatively short drive home. As soon as you feel yourself drifting off to sleep, Melissa shakes your shoulder waking you up.

You both walk through the front door, and you yawn while walking to your room, facepalming on the bed. “Cmon hun, we gotta shower.” Melissa tells you while playfully smacking your butt, and the thought of seeing your girlfriend naked is appealing enough to have you shoot out of bed.

Melissa turns the warm water on, and you both step in, letting the warm water envelop both of you. After your shower (and maybe an extra round or two in there) you both begin to get ready for bed.

You’re both cuddled up in bed, Melissa with a glass of wine, while you drink an alcoholic seltzer. It’s currently 11:30PM and neither of you are tired so you’re both drinking in bed, while watching a movie.

“Melly?’ You softly ask which has Melissa looking at you and smiling. “Yeah, baby?” She asks, waiting to hear what you’re going to tell her. She assumes you’ll say something sweet, like you always do before you drift off to sleep.

“What happened between you and Joe? You said you’d tell me when we were going to bed?” You curiously ask Melissa and she looks at you like a deer in headlights. “You really want to know?” Melissa says, looking at you cautiously, and you nod your head.

“Okay, okay, hun, alright well, Joe and I got married young. I was in my second year of college, and he had just started out as a firefighter. I wanted the thrills that came with dating a firefighter, and of course there were good moments, but also bad.” Melissa finishes her glass of wine as a way to get some liquid courage and sits up on the bed.

“On our first date, he took me to a strip club. He paid more attention to the dancers there than me. I should’ve known to walk away after that first date, but he was so charming. We rushed into things and we got married really young. At first, everything was great. We were in the honeymoon stage, like the perfect couple.”

Melissa looks off in the distance with a hardened expression. “Then, life happened. When we’d fight, I’d go sleep on the couch at my sister’s house. Eventually, we fought so much that I was staying at my sister’s house everyday. He wasn’t the most responsible when it came to paying the bills, so I was always the one having to cover his car payments. That’s how Joe and I ended up in that stupid timeshare by the Jersey shore, and the Phillies season tickets.”

You grab her hand, and try to interject, but Melissa shakes her head. “Let me finish, hun. “When we got divorced, it got pretty ugly. He took me to a fancy Italian restaurant, and he told me there that he wanted a divorce. It was a bad divorce, we only were together for a short time, but were fighting like we’d been married 40 years.”

She looks at you, before squeezing your hand. “It was rough after the divorce, and eventually he grew up. We’re on cordial terms now, so we kept the timeshare and share it now, just like the Phillies tickets. He’s in a happy relationship, and I am too. We both got happy endings, even if it wasn’t with each other.”

You nod, and go to kiss Melissa. "Yeah, well, you’re my happy ending too.” You say before kissing her again. You both pull away and press your foreheads together while smiling the biggest smile you have in a while.

You know that Melissa will never call you her wife, but her happy ending suits you quite fine.

I'd like to think this turned out pretty well for an unplanned part 2!

You took one last look in the mirror and fixed your lipstick. You decided to wear some jeans and one of Melissa’s Phillies jerseys unbuttoned with a tank top underneath. As you walk outside the front door you can see Melissa shaking her head at you. “Nope, absolutely not. You’re not going to the game with your tits all out.”

”Melissa, it’s hot out! It’s just a little bit of cleavage!" You say adjusting your jeans. “It’s not like I'm going to be flashing anyone at the game… maybe. Depends on how well the team does.” You playfully say which earns you a swat to your ass. “Behave.” Melissa tells you with a playful warning tone.

You roll your eyes, and get into Melissa’s car as she drives the both of you to Abbott Elementary and parks the car. “Why are we at your school?” You ask and Melissa sighs while pointing to the baseball field. “It’s cheaper to park here and walk, than to park directly at the stadium. Saves us money, and no traffic on the way home.”

You follow Melissa and the both of you walk hand-in-hand to Citizens Bank Park, when you brought up the topic of Melissa’s ex-husband which wasn’t her favorite thing to talk about. “How did you convince Joe to let you have opening day?” Melissa goes silent for a moment, until you squeeze her hand, and she responds with “He got opening day last year, so I get it this year. We rotate." She says with a shrug.

“What happened with both of you?” You ask, and Melissa gives you a shrug that silently says ‘not now’ and you squeeze her hand as a silent apology. “It’s alright kid, just not something I want to talk about right now. If you really want to know I'll tell you later tonight when we’re going to bed.” You nod, and kiss her cheek, before you keep walking.

The two of you walk for a few more minutes, talking about anything and everything until you reach the parking lots, where there are huge crowds tailgating, playing music, kids playing catch. “Woah, it’s like a whole party going on.” Melissa laughs and pulls you through the crowd. “Yeah, hun, people tailgate for most games, especially if it’s for opening weekend or playoffs. Come on, there’s some people I want you to meet.’

“Huh?!” You say stepping back confused. “Who? Who are these people?” Melissa rolls her eyes, and grabs your hand. “Cmon, just some of my cousins and my brother Seamus.” You look at her confused, and say “I thought you were Itali- different dad” she says interrupting you.

“Mel, I'm nervous. You didn’t mention this. I don’t know if I'm ready to meet them yet.” You softly whisper to her as she leads you over to them. “They’ll love you, because I love you, okay? I want them to meet my girl, the most important person in my life.” Melisssa sincerely says, and kisses your lips softly.

You breathe and walk over with your girlfriend to where her family is, internally preparing yourself for a barrage of questions. As soon as Melissa’s family spots her, you begin to hear some yells, as Melissa pulls you over to where her family is parked.

“Mel! Glad to see you here! This is the girlfriend?” One of Melissa’s family members asks and you shyly nod your head and reply with “Yeah, I'm the girlfriend.” Melissa pulls you in close, and kisses your head. “Hey, I'm Lorenzo, these are my two brothers Vincent and Enzo, and that’s Melissa’s brother Seamus.”

“Nice to meet you guys, I’m Melissa’s girlfriend.” You awkwardly wave at everyone before shaking their hands. “You hungry? We got burgers, hot dogs, and some drinks.” Lorenzo hands you a soda, which you happily take, while Enzo hands you two hotdogs on a plate, which you add your favorite toppings to.

“So, how long have you and my sister been… y'know?" Seamus is drunk while he makes his hands into fists, smashing them together.” You immediately blush while Melissa throws an empty beer can at her brother. “You’re going to scare her away, she hasn’t even taken a bite of her food yet!”

“So moving on to a more appropriate question, how did you and Melissa meet?” Enzo asks, and you laugh while recounting the day. Melissa had walked into your school nurse’s office high on pain killers after she took a bad fall outside the school. “... she kept insisting she was fine, and I told her that I was the school nurse and she needed to go to the doctor. She went, and she ended up having a bad ankle sprain, and needed to walk around on crutches for a few days.”

Melissa only lets out an amused scoff. “I was fine, I just got the crutches to appease everybody and get them off my back.” You look at her and laugh, and she responds by smacking your arm, and laughing with the rest of her family.

You become more comfortable with her family while Seamus is drunkenly dozing off. After about an hour of chit chat, Vincent wraps up some hot dogs for you and Melissa to sneak in, while reminiscing. “We used to do this all the time as teens, we’d grill some food, sneak a can of beer from the adults cooler, and then sneak that food into the game.”

“Was this back in the 1900’s when a ticket cost 10 cents?” You cheekily ask, as Melissa’s family laugh at the roast. Melissa pulls you in close, and whispers in your ear to behave before discreetly biting your earlobe.

Vincent hands the hot dogs over to Melissa who expertly hides them in her purse, and you say your goodbyes to everyone, even Seamus who just gives you a thumbs up still slumped in his chair. “Bye! Nice meeting everyone!” 

Melissa takes your hand, and you’re both on the way to the game, crossing through the parking lot, until you reach the front where Melissa scans both of your tickets, and after a bag check that had you holding your breath you're both inside Citizens Bank Park.

“Wow! This is nice!” You say as Melissa expertly navigates you through the crowd until she leads you to a secluded area. The baseball park is so busy, you didn’t even think that was possible but Melissa has been to so many Phillies games she knows all the secluded spots.

You walk a bit further out before sitting and see that it’s right by the third base side with a bar next to it. You yawn as Melissa gets up and quickly comes back with a margarita in each hand. “Thanks babe” You say as you take the first sip, and quickly grimace. “That is a strong drink! Good thing you’re driving us home right, baby?” Melissa just laughs and nods. “Yeah hun, I'm driving.”

“Don’t forget, you promised you’d buy some ice cream in a mini baseball helmet if I got out of bed this morning” You look at Melissa with a hopeful look in your eyes, as she rolls hers. “Later.” She promises you, and you give her a kiss on the cheek.

You and Melissa spend some time talking before the game starts watching the stadium fill up with eager Phillies fans awaiting opening day. “How about we go take our seats?” Melissa asks standing up, once they finish singing the national anthem and you get up and follow her.

You both make it to your seats, by starting pitch and you enjoy as Melissa explains how baseball works to you. She teaches you the position each player plays and some background information on them. She rolls her eyes when the umpire messes up, and says some not nice words when the opposing team scores.

Around the 5th inning Melissa pulls out the food she snuck into the stadium, and you both eat while Melissa endlessly talks about how she used to go to Phillies games all the time with her family, and her favorite memories. “Yeah, when they won the World Series for the first time in 1980, I was watching with my friends on TV. We had a huge party and went to go cause chaos on the street.” Melissa recounts while you eagerly listen.

By the time the 7th inning stretch comes around, you’re laying your head on Melissa’s shoulder yawning, absolutely exhausted from the excitement of today. As soon as your eyes close, you feel Melissa pat your thigh and ask you if you want ice cream. That seems to immediately remove any exhaustion you had as you nod your head.

Melissa hands you her credit card, and you happily go get some ice cream. They load up your favorite flavor with all the toppings and serve it in a mini Phillies baseball helmet. You come back grinning from ear to ear as you sit and happily eat your ice cream through the rest of the 7th inning.

By the time the 9th inning comes around, the Phillies are leading by two runs. They get the final out, and win the game! Melissa gets up and cheers, and while you do the same, she kisses you in passion. You both quickly separate, knowing you’re in a busy stadium, and make your way through the crowd, eventually exiting the stadium.

You and Melissa walk back to Abbott, eventually losing the huge crowd trying to beat the traffic exiting. As you walk further away, the sounds of the stadium quiet down, until eventually it's just you two walking back to the car. “It was a good idea to park here, to avoid the mess.” You admit to Melissa which has her nodding and pulling you closer to her. “I know baby, it was my idea.” She tells you, which has you groaning but laughing.

You both make it to the car, and Melissa pushes you against the passenger side door, while kissing you hard. “You looked so good today, I just couldn’t properly tell you in public.” Melissa says while her hands move to your backside softly squeezing which causes you to moan.

“Melissa, we’re outside our job!” You tell her, and she just shrugs. “Those cameras haven’t worked since 2012, we’re okay. Besides there’s no lights here” She says between her kisses as you start breathing heavily.

“Backseat?” You ask and Melissa nods, opening the door as you both make your way inside.

Melissa parks her car at her house, and sighs once she turns the car off. Today really ran her ragged with her second grade students not listening, having to break up a fight with middle schoolers in the cafeteria and having to participate in P.E. that Ava required, since there’s no gym teacher.

Her muscles are sore and she tries her best to roll her shoulders back and drop them, a technique you taught her, for when her anxiety gets to be too much. However, her muscles feel too tense in order for her to properly roll them back. So she just gets out of the car, slamming the door, and going inside your shared home.

She walks in through the front door and sees you on the couch watching a movie, and scrolling through your phone which makes her irrationally peeved. ‘Hey babe! How was work?” You ask Melissa, and she rolls her eyes and walks upstairs to the bedroom you both share.

“Melissa, you okay?” You ask, and immediately go upstairs not even bothering turning the TV off, letting the comedic scene fade in the background as you go check on your girlfriend. You and Melissa have been together for about two years now, with you moving in a few months ago.

You walk into the bedroom and find Melissa laying face down on the bed, with all the lights turned off. “Babe? Is everything okay?” She just flips over and sighs while closing her eyes. Melissa absolutely abhors opening up and talking about her feelings, but she knows that communication is important to you.

Your girlfriend’s communication skills used to be not great, but you taught Melissa about different communication styles along with how to express her feelings in a healthy manner. She’s slowly learned about how to properly express what she’s feeling, sometimes she just needs a nudge in the right direction.

“I ain’t what I used to be. I’m just an old woman, with aches and pains.” Melissa admits to you with vulnerability in her eyes, scared of your response. Melissa always feared that you would leave her for a younger woman, even though you constantly reassured her.

“I’m too old, you’ll find someone young- no.” You interrupted Melissa, not letting her go down that cycle of insecurity. “Look Melly, I know you don’t believe and you probably never will, but you’re the only woman I want. I don’t care about our age gap. I’ll still love you, even if I’m pushing your wheelchair at an Eagles game 30 years from now.”

She scoffs and smacks your arm. “Yeah, well i’ll truly know it’s love when you’re wiping my ass everyday after I shit into a diaper.” She says and you both start laughing, the tension in the room having gone down.

“So, what’s actually going on?” You ask her, while sitting on the bed. You take one of her hands, running your thumb along her knuckles in a relaxing manner, and she goes back to that vulnerable place trying to put her walls up. “My body hurts, kid. My joints flare up, especially now that Ava has us doing gym class.” Melissa admits, and you understand now that the wear and tear of being a teacher has been taking a toll on her body for a long time.

“I have this CBD oil that one of my guys recommended, and it helps, but it just hurts too bad for me to move and bend down and put it on my knees, or to stretch back and put it on my shoulders.” Melissa says, and you understand why she’s been moving slower than usual lately.

“Baby, I could’ve helped you.  Why didn’t you say anything?” You ask and Melissa sighs looking down, afraid to admit that she needs help.

“Well, how about this? Tonight, I can help you shower- no! Stop smiling like that, you pervert!” You shake off Melissa’s mischievous smile and help her get up from the bed. “Okay so as I was saying, I can help you shower and if you want, I can give you a massage with the oil, okay? Only if you want.”

Melissa nods her head yes, still being afraid of asking for help, after her family drilled into her many times that asking for help is weakness. A strong Italian woman is able to handle everything on her own. Yet, here you are half her age, and willing to drop everything for her comfort.

As you turn on the shower, it shakes Melissa out of her thoughts and you adjust the temperature to be perfect for Melissa’s liking. You help Melisa undress and after playfully smacking her butt, you also undress and hop into the shower and silently admire her body as water runs down it.

“Like what you see, sweetheart?” Melissa teasingly asks, and you shake your head while laughing trying to shake off any impure thoughts. “I’m here just for the shower” You say, trying to find the shampoo bottle through various hair products scattered around the ring of the tub.

You grab the shampoo and start to wash Melissa’s hair, silently admiring the color, and the cute nickname you sparsely use that she hates, ‘red.’ Your hands work out every tangle and when you tug on her hair in the right manner it has her throwing her head back and moaning.

You ignore Melissa’s moan and keep washing her hair, making sure that it smells nice. You help Melissa rinse off the shampoo, and apply some conditioner to her hair. You let it sit, while you lather up some body wash onto a loofah, and start to wash Melissa’s body. You pay special attention to the areas it hurts for her to reach, which includes her feet, legs, and hips.

You ask her to turn around, as you wash her back, silently admiring the curve of her hips. Once you finish washing her body, you help her rinse off her body, and the conditioner from earlier. You quickly wash your own hair and body, but let Melissa wash your back, since she wants to feel like she contributed too.

You rinse off, and quickly shut the water off, grabbing two towels, while walking back and handing one off to Melissa. “Don’t get dressed yet, just dry yourself off and wait on the bed for me.”

You quickly run into the closet drying off, and turning the blow dryer on high, multitasking and putting some pajamas on, while getting Melissa some sleep clothes too. After a few minutes, you come out of the closet (lol) ready for bed, and Melissa wolf whistles at you.

“Babe!” You hide your face while blushing, and walk over to where Melissa is, setting her clothes down next to her. “Alright, I’m going to need you to lay flat on your tummy” You say and Melissa listens, adjusting her position.

You grab the bottle of CBD oil that Melissa’s guy had mentioned, and start working from the bottom up. You softly massage her calves, and you swear you can hear Melissa moan. You soflty move up to where her knee joints are, the ones that have been giving her issues the most, and softly massage the area there.

Melissa swears she can feel the effect almost instantaneously, the pain subsiding. As you keep softly massaging her knees, she tries bending them, and finds that the combination of the oil and massaging is working.

“Wow, look at that, they don’t feel as stiff as they usually do. I can bend them fully now!” Melissa is still slowly bending her knees back and forth at the usual pain not being there anymore.

You work your way up her hips and elbows, massaging those areas also, and Melissa feels the pain leaving her body. “I feel like I'm 25 again, and can go run a marathon or do whatever you people in your mid 20’s going through a life crisis do.” She says, folding her arms in and out, not feeling any pain.

“You’re like the tinman that Dorothy gave oil too.” You tell her while laughing and even though you can’t see it, you already know she rolled her eyes at you. “Shut up, kid.” Melissa barks out, but you know she’s joking. You finish massaging her shoulders and Melissa manages to get up without a groan.

You hand her the pajamas for her to get dressed, and she puts her clothes on with no issues, not even struggling bending down to put her sweatpants on. It’s your turn now to whistle at her, and she turns around winking at you while saying “Hey, my body feels like a spring chicken right now. Don’t test me.” She says turning off the lights before getting in bed with you.

You straddled Melissa as she rested sitting on the bed, her back against the bedframe, her arm holding on to your hips, as she guided her fingers up and down inside of you. After a few more minutes of this action, she helped you finish while whispering filthy thoughts in your ear.

You enveloped her in a hug, while still straddling her, your physical exhaustion taking over, as she softly kissed your neck and her teeth playfully tugged on your earlobe “Mmm sounds like someone’s up for round 3, my ragazza birichina? (naughty girl) Melissa smacks your butt, the dull sound audible throughout your shared bedroom.

“Not tonight, i’ve been worn out” you say which makes her laugh as you lay down as she goes to start your aftercare routine which you immediately shake your head no to. ‘Just cuddle me like this, skin to skin.” You say, as she adjusts your positions to have you resting your head on her chest.

At that point, she reaches out to open her nightstand drawer and pulls out a box of cigarettes from her nightstand drawer that she stashes underneath her underwear. You’ve never really seen Melissa smoke before, just a handful of times. “What’s that?” You ask her curiously. “Just a cigarette.” She replies, fumbling around in her dresser drawer for a lighter, which she eventually finds. She lights up, and takes a long drag before exhaling smoke.

“Eww.” You say, as cigarette smoke isn’t something you're used to even though it’s second nature for your long term girlfriend, Melissa Schemmenti. You’ve heard countless stories of how she started smoking at age 14, and now she will have an occasional cigarette once in a while.

“It's bothering ya?” Melissa asks, going to immediately put the cigarette out, into the empty beer bottle on her nightstand drawer she was drinking from earlier until you speak up, “No! It’s just that I'm not used to seeing you smoke at all.”

She laughs and blows smoke away from you, as you adjust your position, turning in her arm draped around you to rest your chin on her chest, looking up at her. “What’d you do that for?” She asks and you just shrug your shoulders and reply “I want to look at my beautiful girlfriend.”

Melissa scoffs and smacks your shoulder trying to rebuff the compliment, but you won’t allow her to do so. “You know what, you actually look hot smoking a cigarette.” She laughs at you as you compliment her and blushes a little. “You really think so?” She asks while taking another puff, and discarding some of the ash into the beer bottle. 

“... and then Janine kept getting overwhelmed by all the middle schoolers asking her if she’s a student.” Melissa is telling you a story about her day and you’re both laughing and engaging in some pillow talk after your earlier activities.

“It’s a good thing today’s a Friday, huh? I think I’m ready to go for round 3 if you are?” You say biting your lip as Melissa keeps smoking the cigarette, putting the ashes into the bottle, thinking about it before eventually discarding the cigarette completely.

“Mmm are you sure you’re ready for that, because I can go all night.” Melisa says, grabbing another cigarette and lighting up, before blowing some smoke out.

“Your turn?” You say as you start to kiss her jaw before you move to her neck, your body moving on top of hers again. Your lips slowly move along her neck trying to leave a hickey in the wake. She stops you before you can, smacking your arm playfully before asking “Are we in middle school?” 

“Okay, so only in non-visible areas then?” You playfully challenge before she nods and you start to kiss between the valley of her breasts. Your kisses start to make way over to the top of her breast, as you lick a stripe down to her nipple.

Just before you attach your mouth to Melissa’s nipple, you look at her and ask for her consent. “Is it okay if I do this?” You wait until Melissa enthusiastically responds yes, yelling at you to continue before you proceed forward.

“Mmm baby” you say as you start to softly suck on Melissa’s nipple, feeling it harden on your tongue. You worship Melissa’s right breast, while your hand moves over to her left breast, giving it the same attention. Melissa throws her head back and moans as you softly suck.

Melissa puts the cigarette out on the empty beer bottle, not even a quarter of the way done as her hands move to your head, tangling her fingers in your hair and tugging where she needs you to go the most. “Hold on baby, let me make you feel good.” You chuckle out, her desperation funny to you, while she moans and whimpers.

“Hey, you- god, fuck! Please, please, baby” She whimpers out as you release her nipple and kiss over to her other breast, leaving some hickeys along her chest. You move up to kiss her lips, as her hips move up and she starts to desperately rut against your thigh. 

”Wait baby, I promise I won’t make you beg, this time.” You grin at her, while starting to softly kiss her again as one of your hands goes to her breasts, massaging them evenly as she moans into your mouth as you whisper into her ear. “Just like that Mel, let me hear it all”

She nods, while her breathing gets faster and back keeps arching upwards. “Are you ready for me, sweet girl?” You ask, moving your hand lower, until your finger starts tracing her hips, which drives her crazy, as her hips move upward trying to find any friction against her hand.

“Goddamit, stop teasing!” Melissa screams desperately, and you laugh while responding. “Wow, I haven’t touched you yet, and you’re already screaming my name.” She rolls her eyes, not being able to keep up with your smart mouth, while she’s in such a position.

“You want to keep going?” You ask, as your hand hovers over her most vulnerable area waiting for Melissa to give you permission to proceed. As Melissa nods, and moans the word yes, in what you assume is Italian your hands start to touch.

“Fuck baby, you’re so wet.” You say as your hand moves around the outside of Melissa’s intimacy, feeling the coarse hairs that have become soaked. “All this for me?” You ask while Melissa nods, breathing heavily, her head leaning back against the pillows.

Your fingers softly circle close to where Melissa needs you the most, but not yet. “Keep your eyes open for me sweetheart, I want to see your pretty eyes.” You request while your fingers slowly enter Melissa, as she loudly moans and curses in Italian while you slowly put another finger in.

‘Everything okay?” You ask checking in, and Melissa responds to you feverishly nodding and breathing heavily while moaning “Yes! Yes! God- Don’t stop, please!” She begs you, and with how sexy she looks right now, how can you not comply?

Your fingers begin pumping in and out with the smell of sex in the air, and you're both focused on intimacy with each other. You curl your fingers up, and Melissa’s back arches along with your fingers. You grin and lick your lips knowing what you’re about to do next.

“Baby, you're making a mess. Need some help cleaning up?” You ask, as your lips begin  kissing down from her neck to her mons pubis waiting for her permission before you dive in. As you get the nod from her, you begin to clean her up, your tongue early runs across her pubic hair, not caring if any of it gets stuck in your mouth.

The taste of her sex is the best thing you’ve ever tasted and you eagerly clean her up, while your fingers are still curling inside of her. She tangles her fingers in your hair desperately guiding your mouth to where she needs you the most.

Your mouth finds Melissa’s clit, and as you begin to softly suck, she moans the loudest she ever has and starts bucking her hips along your mouth, as your tongue enters her and licks her from bottom to top.

As you come up for air, there is a string of your saliva and Melissa’s cum intermixed with each other, connecting from between her hips to your lips. Melissa sees this and it drives her wild, as she wipes the liquid from your lips, and you catch her fingers with your teeth and softly bite her fingers while sucking on them.

“Jesus, hun, you’re going to make me cum, just by doing that.” Melissa says as you both take a mini break. Eventually, she nods at you which is a silent way of saying ‘you better get back to it, or else.’ You go back to pleasuring Melissa by using your mouth, as Melissa adjusts her position to put her legs over your shoulders.

You use the free motion you have with your hands, to go back to playing with Melissa’s nipples. She grabs one of your hands, interlocking your fingers together, as her other hand, grabs your hair in a ponytail using it as she would reigns on a horse.

After a few minutes of this motion, you can sense that she’s near her breaking point as her breathing quickens and her hand squeezes yours faster. “Fuck! I’m going to cum! Fuck! Honey please!” She yells, as her hips are bucking against yours desperate for release.

You keep eating her out, your tongue softly sucking on her clit, as your hand that isn’t interlocked with hers finds a way between her thighs as you work her over the edge. You rotate the motion between fingering her and eating her out, knowing that it’s going to drive her wild.

“I’m cumming! Fuck! I’m cumming!” Melissa yells, as she releases all of herself into your mouth, and you gleefully take it all and smile mischievously. Even though you’ve eaten your girlfriend out before, you internally decide at that moment that Melissa is the best thing you’ve ever tasted. The sweet taste of her release coating your tongue.

She’s quiet for a few moments, unable to do anything aside from just breathing heavily. Her hand relaxes in your hair, as you lay your head on her thigh, waiting for her to form words.

“You okay Melly?” Softly asking your girlfriend, who can just manage to nod and smile. You softly place a kiss on her hipbone, as your index finger traces a calming pattern on her other thigh, trying to help her come down from her orgasm.

After a few minutes, Melissa’s breathing slows down and she laughs. “Jesus, kid, you really did me in, huh?” You laugh and get up, fetching the aftercare kit she had intended to use on you. Grabbing the damp towel, you begin to softly clean her up as she softly breathes harder when you touch a particularly sensitive spot.

“Sorry love, you're doing good. Just a bit more.. and all done” You say throwing the damp, cold, hand towel back on the nightstand, as Melissa grabs the water bottle and starts drinking from it.

Melissa gets up on her own and walks to the restroom, and once she’s done, she comes back out wearing her pajamas, and collapses on the bed.

It feels weird to her being on the other side of the aftercare routine, but it feels nice to be the one taken care of. “Sooo I guess you’re a bottom now?” You say teasingly while eating the granola bar. Melissa shoots you a look and says “you’re only getting away with that right now, because my legs are jelly.”

You poke her nose in return and kiss her temple, while helping her get under the sheets. She’s grateful for this, and wraps her arms around you, closing in what feels like a tight bear hug cuddle. “I still need my ribs Mel!” You wheeze out which makes her laugh, and she gives you some breathing room.

You both are entangled in each other's limbs as Melissa drifts off to sleep, and you notice her facial features while sleeping. The way her chest rises and falls, her mouth parted open with some snores coming out of it, her relaxed frown lines that become prominent when you do something she deems as “bratty.”

The more you become enamored with her beauty, you let out a yawn and drift off to sleep focusing on the beauty of Melissa’s relaxed state. You both sleep until the late morning on Saturday afternoon, and spend the rest of the day in bed watching movies.

Melissa’s strap-on moved inside of you for the last time, after mercilessly thrusting in and out for the past hour or so. You’re breathing heavily still in a euphoric state, not coming down from what feels like the best orgasm of your life quite yet.

“Are you still with me, pretty girl?” Melissa asks with a shit eating grin, making you whine and hide your face in your hands, still unable to form words. “Come on baby, let me help you get cleaned up.” Melissa says while pulling out and you groan at the absence of her inside of you.

Melissa hurriedly discards her strap, tossing it on the floor worrying about cleaning up her toy later. Right now, her main focus is taking care of you and making you feel loved.

“Alright, you don’t have to sit up, but you gotta drink at least half of this” Melissa says while handing you a room temperature water bottle from the nightstand where she has her vanilla aftercare kit prepped and ready to go.

Melissa looks over at her nightstand and sees almost everything on her mental list. Water? Check. Granola bar and animal crackers? Check. Damp hand towel? Check. Favorite plushie? Check. Fresh clothes? Che- wait? Where are they?

“Okay baby, cuddle with your plushie for a moment, i’ll be right back.” Melissa says, getting off the bed and walking over to her closet that has your clothes intermixed with hers. She quickly grabs an Eagles shirt that’s been used as a sleep shirt for a few years now, and a fresh set of underwear for you.

Melissa walks right back to you, and gets back up on the bed again.  Alright baby, this is going to be uncomfortable, but I need you all cleaned up, okay?” Melissa nods at you, before wiping the damp hand towel over your most sensitive areas.

You softly moan at the contact she makes with your overstimulated body, softly wincing at the contact. “Sorry hun, I just want to make sure you’re all cleaned up, okay? You’re doing so good for me, my good girl.” She whispers to you as she discards the hand towel somewhere in the room.

“Don’t hate me, but the most important step is next.” You immediately whine knowing that you’ll have to leave the comfort of the warm blankets, and walk to the bathroom. “Do this for me, and I'll give you a massage after” Melissa bargains with you and you begrudgingly get up and walk to the bathroom.

A few minutes later, you walk out of the bathroom after doing your business. You dramatically collapse into bed, and Melissa laughs as she prepares the clothes for you. She asks you to lift your hips as she puts a fresh set of underwear on you, and lifts your arms as she puts the Eagles shirt on you.

“Go birds?” You softly say with a yawn, which makes both of you laugh. “I wore you out well, huh?” She teases and you smack her arm, as she adjusts your positions to have you rest next to her.

“Alright, eat up baby” She hands you a bag of animal crackers which you slowly eat, while she enjoys the granola bar. Eventually, Melissa gets up from the bed, and cleans herself up, and changes into her own set of fresh clothes, before getting back into bed.

“Massage time?” You ask, not letting Melissa forget her earlier promise to you. “Alright, turn over” and once you do she playfully smacks your butt before putting some lotion on your hands and massaging your back.

Her hands roam under your shirt and start to massage your back. Your body relaxes as Melissa works each muscle on your back in a delicate manner, relaxing you and putting you in an even sleepier mood. Eventually once she finishes, she puts the lotion away and rejoins you in bed, as you immediately cling to her as a life line.

She drapes a warm blanket over both of you, and puts on a comedy movie that’ll have her laughing, and you drifting off to sleep in a few minutes.

The first scene is over, and you yawn once more and kiss Melisa’s cheek before saying “Thank you for making me feel safe.” She looks at you, and gives you a tight hug, while whispering in your ear “Thank you for trusting me. I love you.”

The intimacy of the moments afterwards feels more profound than what happened before. The safety and comfort that Melissa provides in these sacred moments is a safe space for you to express your deepest desires with her. You kiss her once more, as a signal to silently say ‘I love you’ before drifting off to sleep blissfully.

This is a short fic, since I focused more on the smut fic coming tomorrow!

“Ma, it’s not what it looks like! She was just drunk and passed out in my bed!” Melissa yells at her mom, trying her best to salvage the situation. She frantically gets out of bed, walking towards Theresa who is just standing there in shock.

At the same time, you wake up to the sound of all the commotion and look through blurry eyes to see Theresa standing on the edge of the bed, looking at Melissa with disappointment. Meanwhile, Melissa is sobbing saying “She’s nothing ma! Just a coworker! She passed out drunk in my bed! Please, you have to believe me! Please!”

“Mel?” You ask with the tiniest, sleepiest voice that would’ve melted Melissa into a puddle if it wasn’t for the current situation. “What’s going on?”

“That’s not just a coworker, Melissa! You two were cuddled up together! She looks like she’s 20 years younger than you?!” Theresa says walking downstairs and sitting on the couch.

“Mom, please, she’s nothing! You have to believe me! She’s no one important in my life! She passed out on my bed, and I didn’t have the heart to kick her out. I let her borrow those clothes.” Melissa desperately says, sitting next to her mother, trying to win back the mother’s love and approval she never got growing up.

“I’m nothing?” Melissa hears from the bottom of the stairs and looks to find your heartbroken expression staring back at her and Melissa realizes she’s caught in a terrible predicament. In Melissa’s mind it’s a “lose-lose situation. Her heart starts to race as she focuses on the only two possible outcomes in her brain.

 If Meliisa walks back on what she said, and admits that she’s in love with another woman, her mother would disown her forever. She would be barred from future family events, and essentially lose all contact with her family.

However, if she keeps her hard head on, she runs the risk of losing you forever. She can’t count how many past arguments you’ve both had due to Melissa’s refusal to come out to her family. You don’t understand, if she’s out to everyone else, why can’t she be out to her family?

‘Stop! Stop! Everybody shut up!” Melissa says, running into her kitchen. Your concern for her outweighs the hurt you’re feeling, and you run after her into the kitchen leaving Theresa dumbfounded, still sitting on the couch.

“Baby, talk to me. Please?” You plead with her as her hands grip the kitchen counter, knuckles turning white, as her breathing starts to shorten, and only comes out in quick succession. She feels the weight of the world collapsing on her chest.

“Melissa, look at me.” You tell her, and she hugs you with such a crushing weight, feeling her own collapse as she hides her face on your shoulder starting to sob.

“I love you, I love you, I don't want you to leave me, please!” Melissa sobs in your arms, taking you down to the floor with her. “I’m here” You say as you kiss her temple, letting her hold on to you for as long as she needs.

A few minutes pass, and her tears eventually run dry, but she still clings to you like a lifeline. You both stay silent as you internally struggle with the hurt of Melissa’s earlier words, and the concern that you have for her. Before the party yesterday, Jacob told you about how the Schemmenti family is traditional and anything that deviates from the norm isn’t accepted

Your mind immediately jumps back to Theresa, and in that moment you hear the front door close. Both you and Melissa rush to your feet trying to catch Theresa, but it’s too late. She shakes her head at Melissa, and drives off leaving you both outside in the cold night.

“Merry fucking Christmas to me” Melissa says as she collapses on the bed, after bawling outside with you for what felt like an eternity.”Atleast you’re still here.” Melissa says cuddling you from behind, and resting her forehead against spine.

You stay silent, still pondering what to say, and eventually you sit up as the words come out “You hurt me Melissa. You said I wasn’t important so easily. Am I just a warm body-” You’re immediately interrupted by Melissa “No! I love you!  I’m so sorry if my own fears ever made you feel un-loved. You’re the best thing that’s happened to me since the divorce.”

You stay silent for a few moments until you eventually start sniffling. “That’s the first time you’ve said I love you.” You kiss her, until both of your kisses become more hungry, and Melissa lays you down, getting on top of you.

“This isn’t going to help, y'know?" You say, as you pull away from Melissa’s kisses as she tries to use sex as a way to numb the pain she’s feeling. “It’s Christmas, I got you a little gift." You say, getting out of bed and grabbing a small box on your nightstand. “Merrry Christmas, Melissa”

Melissa opens the box and sees a pretty expensive necklace that compliments her skin tone and hair color perfectly. “Wow, this is expensive.” Melissa says. “Yeah, I saved up a few paychecks for it. You’re worth it.” You reply.

Melissa kisses you and then places a box on your lap, and smiles widely. “Open it!” You open the box and find a leather jacket. “You keep stealing mine, so I got you one of your own” You happily return her kiss, hang the jacket on a hanger and get back to bed.

“How are you feeling?” You ask Melissa, as she looks off in the distance. “I’m the outcast, aside from Seamus. My family hates me. They’re all never going to talk to me again.” Her eyes become misty as she tries not to cry again. 

“Let’s just spend Christmas together okay? You and me. You can make some pancakes, and I'll sit pretty on the countertop pretending to know how to cook. Then we can sleep afterward, since it’s currently 4:32AM.”

Melissa nods at your request for pancakes, and you both make your way down to the kitchen. Melissa turns on the kitchen light and gets to work, while you sit on the counter top keeping her company. “If I make it, you have to give me a kiss” Melissa says, while she perfectly flips a pancake in the air.

You cheer and kiss her cheek while she finishes plating the food for both of you. You both eat at the table, talking about anything and everything. Once you finish, you help Melissa clean up everything from last night. By the time you're both finished, it’s 6:12AM.

“Ready for bed?” You yawn while stretching out and Melissa nods her head, and follows you upstairs where she lays down next to you, and rests her head on your chest.

A few hours go by as both of you sleep soundly, and Theresa Schemmenti’s contact appears on Melissa’s phone. However, Melissa has her phone on silent and the calls go by unanswered.

The mental and physical exhaustion of last night took a toll on Melissa, so you’re the first to wake up. You decide to hop in the shower, and by the time you’re done, it’s noon, and Melissa is barely waking up, stretching out in bed.

“Mmm this is also a nice Christmas present” Melissa whistles as you take your towel off and start to get dressed. “Stop, you perv.” You playfully throw your towel at Melissa, and she catches it, winding it up, while smacking you in the butt with it.

You flip her off and she laughs, she grabs her phone, and her expression immediately changes. “My mom called me. I- I have a few missed calls from her.” Melissa says and is frozen, not knowing what to do.

“Maybe she wants to talk?” Monty says and Melissa nods, before holding her breath and calling her mom back, putting the phone on speaker. “Don’t leave, I want you here” Melissa speaks up, as you’re about to leave the room.

“Melissa?” Theresa’s voice crackles on the other end of the phone. “Yeah ma, I’m here” Melissa softly says, scared of what her mom is going to say next. Until you take her hand, and kiss her knuckles, in a silent sign of solidarity.

“Look Melissa, I did something upsetting last night and walked out, without letting you explain. I’m not going to lie and say I understand and you have my full acceptance, but you’re still my daughter. My own flesh and blood. I tried calling earlier, but I want you here with everyone, okay? Come over and bring her with you.” Theresa says with a crack in her voice.

 Melissa starts sniffling and just replies with a simple “I love you ma, and we’ll be on the way.” She hangs up and kisses you so fast that you don’t even have a moment to say anything. “I love you, I can’t wait for you to meet my family, as you. Not just Abbott’s librarian” Melissa says with a laugh wiping the tears from her eyes.

“Go take a shower, and get dressed, and then we can go meet them… as us” You say, squeezing Melissa’s hand as she squeezes yours reciprocally. 

Melissa feels as if the weight of the world has been lifted off her back and she can breathe again. As you both eventually finish getting ready, you get into Melissa’s car, as she drives to her mother’s house. She rings the doorbell as you both stand hand in hand, waiting for someone to open the door.

Theresa opens the door, and looks at both women holding hands, and looks at Melissa and says “welcome home” before embracing her in a deep hug where both women shed some tears. Eventually, you greet Theresa as well and she provides you with a warm reception.

As the day goes on, you see Melissa is happy. Not in her usual type of way, but more in a truly happy way, where her smile reaches up to her eyes, and her laugh sounds like it’s the most beautiful sound in the world.

The warmth inside Melissa Schemmenti’s home was nothing compared to the cold, bitter, evening of the Philadelphia sky. As Melissa was stressing out over the final touches on decor for the annual Schemmenti Christmas Eve dinner, she was interrupted by a warm, wet feeling on the side of her neck. 

“Hey! Not yet, we have to- God you really know what you’re doing don’t you?” Melissa says turning around in your arms as your kisses trace down her neck, and it’s not until your hand reaches down to cup her crotch, that she puts her hand over yours and steps away.

You whine at the absence of her warmth, as she softly laughs and gives your hand a squeeze before looking at you and sighing, her frown lines becoming more prominent. “I think I bit off more than I can chew.”

She softly sighs, putting her hands on her hips and staring at a picture frame that’s slightly crooked. “I don’t want any more doubts than what’s already in their heads about me, so I told them that you’re one of my co-workers.”

You stare at her with hurt, in a state of upset that Melissa would ever do that to you. “Are you kidding me, Mel? So what, are you just going to say you’re single anytime the topic comes up?” You bring your hands to your face, looking down at the floor silently starting to spiral with negative thoughts.

“Hun, baby, baby are you okay?” Melissa says, breaking you out of your spiral. “You have to understand, nothing can go wrong tonight. They think i’m incapable of hosting ever since Joe…” she leaves a space letting your knowledge of her previous marriage fill in the gap of words left unsaid.

“You’re telling them after today because I can't continue to be your dirty little secret. The one that you shove in a closet to fulfill an outdated standard that they have of you. It hurts Mel, when you tell them that I'm your friend or coworker.”

Melissa nods her head, not in complete agreement, but rather in a way to end the conversation so she can get back to decorating.

You walk away telling Melissa “I’m going to go upstairs to our room and take a shower and get ready, I'll see you in an hour.” Melissa just nods and gets back to fixing everything as the final hours before family members show up are quickly ticking away.

Before you know it, the first people to arrive are Jacob and Caleb. You immediately greet them both with a hug and give them a “we need to talk” look before they follow you to the living room.

“She said that?! That’s messed up!” Caleb exclaims as Jacob smacks him in the arm to lower his voice as you finish explaining your earlier argument.

“Well, look, have you thought about the fact that she’s probably scared of her family’s reaction? She wants to protect you from them, because they can be… intense” Jacob adds in his own opinion on the situation.

“Just pretend to drink too much and crash on the couch, and that’ll explain why you’re staying over to them. Then, once they leave, move to your room. Easy enough.” Caleb says, proud of himself for coming up with the idea on the spot.

A few hours later, and the Schemmenti Christmas Eve dinner is in full swing, and you're stranded in a conversation with Uncle Archie who has regressive world views and immediately spouts something homophobic.

Jacob notices your discomfort and immediately comes over and rescues you from the conversation, ushering you over to where he’s seated with Caleb, Barbara, and Gerald.

You're laughing at a story that Barbara is telling from her early days of teaching when there's a knock at the door, and everyone knows that it's the family matriarch Theresa Schemmenti arriving fashionably late.

“Melissa, can you put my coat in your room, it’s too hot in here!” Theresa says walking in through the front door, expecting her daughter to cater to her every need.

“What happened with you and the firefighter, am I gonna get to meet him tonight?” “No ma, it’s just casual. He’s not at Christmas level yet.” Melissa lies as Captain Robinson was an old fling that went nowhere.

She goes upstairs with her mother, and drapes the coat on a hanger as they make more small chit-chat in her room before eventually making their way down to the dining room where the rest of the Schemmenti family is waiting.

Eventually once the dinner is over, everyone has been looking forward to dessert, the traditional Schemmenti cannolis. Melissa brings out the cannolis and everyone loses their minds. Uncle Archie comes down upstairs from his nap, and grabs a single cannoli on his way out.

As the remaining Schemmenti family members trickle their way out of Melissa’s house, they’re all giving her what other people would consider backhanded compliments, but are compliments to Melissa. 

You’re exhausted from the night, and slump down on the couch and lay down following Caleb's plan until you feel a kiss to your temple and Melissa softly speaking to you. “Ready for bed, sweetheart?” You nod and cling to Melissa as you both walk upstairs.

You change into your pajamas, get into bed, and immediately pass out. Melissa just watches, and goes to put her pajamas on, take off her makeup, and put her hair up. She then gets into bed, and cuddles up to you, as she drifts off to sleep almost immediately.

Theresa is about to get in her car, when she notices her coat is missing. She knocks on the door and when there’s no response she remembers that she’s a Schemmenti, of course she knows how to pick a lock.

She struggles with getting the bobby pin into the lock, but manages to unlock the door and immediately bursts in. She walks into Melissa’s room to grab her jacket and sees Melissa asleep cuddled up to you. She walks closer, but as soon as she does her phone loudly rings with Kristin Marie’s contact popping up.

“Ma?! What are you doing here?! How'd you get in?!” Melissa asks waking up immediately and forgetting that you’re right next to her. “Oh shit! She exclaims when she realizes that you’re cuddled up to her.

“Melissa Ann Caterina Schemmenti, what the hell are you doing?!” Theresa yells at the realization of her daughter sharing a bed with another woman.