Leo laughs, the sound contagious as always. “There is no better way to work out a wicked bout of social anxiety.”
“You have a point there, baby cakes.” I squeeze her hand in mine as we keep walking, and I can’t help but fucking love that she wants to hold my hand in public.
It may sound stupid but it means the world to me, it means everything to me that there are people out there who want to make it known that I’m theirs. Most days I don’t even think about the scars on my face, not after having them for so long but when I’m going out somewhere very public, I can’t help but get a little bit of my own social anxiety. So, having not only one but two people who want to hold my hand and openly show the world that I belong to them, that they’rewith me,and that they’re proud to be seen with me despite my face? I had no fucking idea how much I needed that, or how it would give me the confidence I used to have and then some.
“So you’re just trying to torture me?” Leo looks up at me with a frown but I see that mischievous gleam in her eye. “I thought you liked me more than that.”
Laughing because she’s been more playful lately and I kind of love it, I raise our joined hands and kiss the back of hers. “I love you, and I’m not torturing you, baby cakes. I’m just sick of doing laundry five times a week to make sure you have clothes to wear.”
“Well, if you’d quit throwing my shit out you wouldn’t have to do that.”
“Leonor, I was forced to throw your shit out because it kept falling apart in your washing machine.” I nudge her with my elbow as she huffs. “I mean, hell. You still have the t-shirt you were wearing the first time we met. Who does that?”
Lifting her head in defiance Leo juts her chin out and purses her lips. “I do. I hate getting rid of things that are still usable. And since my nipples don’t show through, it’s still usable.”
“Sorry to break it to you, cakes, but you can definitely see your nipples through that shirt.”
“I wore that all day yesterday and you are justnowtelling me my nipples show?”
“I was distracted.” I say with a shrug. “It was just the five of us, and I happen to enjoy catching any glimpse of your nipples I can get.”
Pete and I have basically been staying with Leo for a couple weeks now, pretty much ever since we showed up at her loft after she called me.
Mark and Norm stayed a few nights in the beginning, and they still crash on occasion but once Leo went back to work they resumed doing whatever it is they do during the day. They usually come back over for dinner and hanging out, then generally split to go home. They don’t have to and they know it, but weallknow Leo, and her space is her space no matter how much she may love us. Which is why Pete and I have had to pry ourselves away from her for a few hours here and there because crabby, smothered Leo isn’t very much fun.
My new experiment has been taking Leonor with me when I leave, though. Mainly because we’ve all gotten kind of paranoid about leaving her alone but it’s good for her too.
She needs it, needs to go more places than that damn historical property, and we’ve all noticed a slight uptick in her overall mood because of it.
I don’t mind that she’s a hermit by nature and if it wasn’t so good for her, I’d insist Leo quit her job at the plantation and just stay home with us but it is, so I won’t. None of us have to work after making it with the band but it’s important for her to get out on a regular basis, and the Bisonnette property was the first step.
It’s way too easy for her to fall back into old patterns, and it doesn’t matter what the why behind it is, Leo has always embraced her solitude—healthy or not. She’s making strides, though. She’s fighting us less, and we manage to stay sane since one of us drives her to and from work every day so we knowshe’s safe. Especially since Alexander Collinsworth has taken more of an interest in her, which all of us hate. Secretly because when I voice how much I want to punch that asshat in the nuts, Leonor gets anxious because of what happened the night of ourintervention.
Not that any of us knowexactlywhat that was, but her half assed explanation was detailed enough for us to figure it out.
Leo is apparently incapable of sayingmy stalker found where I work and left shit on my hood before chasing me through corn.Real tough shit.
This woman drives me batty.
I love her, so fucking much, but she’s going to make me crazy. And I guess I really wouldn’t have it any other way. Even with the ridiculous amount of bitching she does. I kind of missed it if I’m being honest.
Since staying with her, we’ve made Leo go grocery shopping when she needs to, or go to the pharmacy to get her own meds. I dragged her to the music store by her place several times, and we all went out to dinner once. I try to go when businesses are slow, when there isn’t as much traffic because Leo still gets anxious in crowds but she’s willingly participated in my version of social therapy so I’m pretty happy.
I’m fucking thrilled honestly.
Who wouldn’t be?
I get to wake up to naked Leonor and Pete almost every day, then hang out with my band, myfamilyfor hours like we used to. Leo is working on all kinds of things, mostly without even realizing it, but it seems having us around as much as she has is doing wonders for her mental health as well.
Mental and physical, actually.
Her appetite is up, way up, and she’s been cooking more than it sounds like she has in a long time. She’s been baking too, courtesy of the sugar free recipes Norm finds, and I for oneam super grateful that it’s all relatively healthy while tasting like it shouldn’t be. Staying with her as much as I have been, I’m slacking on my workouts and if all the brownies and cookies weren’t sugar free, dairy free, and full ofgood fat, I’d be a hundred pounds heavier, easy.
Unless of course you count the copious amount of sex we’ve been having. I’m sure regular threesomes have to burn decent calories. Especially when one partner is a very dominant switch, the other is a surprisingly flexible submissive, and I’m just happy to be here. So fucking happy, but I won’t rest until my ultimate goal is achieved.
That goal being a blissed out Leonor Allan taking four cocks at once from the only people who have and will always love her to the point of murder. Literally.
“You’re thinking about sex again.” Leo tugs my hand and giggles when I blink down at her.
