#nelisa

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lisa frowned. “I’m sorry mom.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Dad!”

“Homie!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She whimpers. “Do you have to?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She scoffs. “No I won’t.”

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

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

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

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

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