Back Home, For the First Time

Sabrina opened the door to the apartment while you were fumbling the key into the lock, glaring at you with one eyebrow imperiously raised.

“Well?” she asked.

“I’m still gathering my evidence,” you smirked and shrugged. “You don’t want me to just give you the hearsay rumours, do you?”

She grunted in frustrated exasperation, narrowing her eyes at you. Your girlfriend was still wearing what she had been when you left and you could see Emma over her shoulder at the other end of the apartment, sitting on the couch cross-legged with a laptop in her lap. She was smirking at her sister’s back and shaking her head.

“Investigations can start with hearsay rumours,” Sabrina pointed out, both hands braced on the doorframe and keeping you from entering yet. “And I don’t need a warrant to go searching online for details.”

“Except that’s not your job, baby,” you grinned. “That’s my job, I’m the one assigned to investigate the case. You’re the judge, you just have to hear the case and then pass your judgement.”

Sabrina rolled her eyes and sighed. “You are a pain in my ass sometimes,” she muttered with a little smirk.

“Is that an invitation?” you asked, still grinning as you stepped closer to her and slid your free hand onto her side and then down to her hip and back onto her ass, giving it a squeeze.

“Maybe it is,” Sabrina said, a gleam in her eye as you squeezed her butt cheek. “But only if the investigator finishes his job. Only then will he have a chance at a bonus tonight.”

You chuckled and leaned down to kiss her, and she let go of the doorsill to grab your shirt collar with both hands and pull you down into it. The kiss got deep and sloppy fast as she moaned and leaned into you, her tongue battling with yours like she was trying to taste every corner of your mouth. You dropped your duffel so you could hold her with both hands, one still on her ass and the other coming up to scoop behind her head, weaving fingers into her hair. You weren’t sure why she wanted a kiss like this but you were definitely ready to roll with it.

When she finally pulled back, gasping a little for air, she looked at you with a serene expression as she let go of your shirt and brought both hands up to stroke your cheeks and jaw. “Welcome home for real, John,” she said softly. “Now you and I live together for real, forever.”

And she was right. You still technically had stuff in your room back at school where you’d lived with your friends, and you still had stuff back at home with your parents. But you didn’t live in those places anymore (and God help you, you loved your parents but you did not want to move back in with them along with your two girlfriends.)

You lived with Sabrina. And you never wanted to live away from her again.

“I am, quite possibly, the single most blessed in the world,” you murmured to her, pulling her into a deep hug.

“Mhmmmm,” she hummed happily, hugging you back. “But only just as lucky as me. And Gemma is like, right behind us but she had to go home so not quite as lucky.”

You squeezed her and kissed the top of her head, and she squeezed your right back. Then she dropped her hands from your back to your ass and gave you a double-handed squeeze, laughing.

“OK,” she finally said, letting go and moving to the side so she could wave you in. “You may enter your home, King of the Castle.”

“Hmm, I do like the sound of that,” you smirked as you picked your duffel back up and entered. “How’s the work going, Emma?”

The ginger girl rolled her eyes. “It feels a lot more like work now,” she sighed. “Posting pictures of myself was just supposed to be, like, horny fun. Now there are spreadsheets involved.”

“Hey, the spreadsheets will make your life so much easier,” Sabrina said, slipping past you and going back to the couch to sit next to Emma, grabbing her laptop as well. “It’ll help with tracking your progress, and what fans you want to interact with more because they aren’t fucking weird and actually spend money, and especially with your taxes at the end of the year.”

Emma made a gagging noise at that last one. “You’re sure I can’t find some way to make an offshore account like a bajillionaire and never pay taxes?” she groaned. “The government is evil.”

“The government is a necessary evil,” Sabrina muttered, quickly typing something into her computer. “Same as laws, the police, and money. If you want to be able to walk down to Starbucks, order your drink featuring ingredients from half a dozen different countries, and walk home to your house without being accosted by people bigger, stronger or meaner than you, then you should probably pay your taxes.”

Emma scoffed. “Fine,” she said.

Sabrina glanced up at you with a smirk and glanced towards the bedroom, letting you know this was a conversation that had been going on for a while and you could go put your stuff away instead of chipping in. The two of you wanted to be lawyers - the rule of law, government processes, it was all interesting and necessary and you’d never really, truly understand people who thought differently.

Heading into the bedroom, you dropped your duffel with your other luggage and bags and then unslung your backpack and dropped it on the bed. The weight off your shoulders, you stretched and then fell down onto the bed next to it and stretched again with a satisfying groan.

“You better not be jerkin’ off in there,” Sabrina called from the other room.

You snorted and chuckled, turning over onto your back. “I’m not,” you said, then waited for a beat. “Yet.”

That got a laugh from Sabrina. “Did you see Iris naked again?”

“What?” Emma asked.

“No- well, almost,” you chuckled.

“Wait, who is Iris and why would he see her naked?”

“Ooh boy, OK,” Sabrina giggled. “John, come out here. We need to tell her about Mosche.”

You groaned again before rolling to your feet and taking a breath. This was a story you felt you’d be telling for the next few years.

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