SSSD Halloween Epilogue Ch6

Gurlberg has only a tiny motel that Alison couldn’t book from Norway. She’s staying in the next county at a bigger place. That’s another twenty-minute drive in the wrong direction for Ro, and it’s almost midnight. They didn’t really think this through. It’s not a long way to Tampa in the great scheme of things, but it’s a long way for being this tired.

Alison isn’t even close to sobering up, but she can see the dread on Ro’s face at the thought of the long drive in the dark through unlit, swamp roads. They sit in silence in the car, looking up at the hotel.

“You don’t need to be driving tonight.”

Ro looks torn. “Uh, double room?”

“I’ll sleep in the chair.”

“You don’t have to do that. But…”

“I’ll behave,” Alison assures her. “Fuck me. Where did I get this reputation? Is it just because I was a CCL girl?” She climbs out of the car and gets her bag. “I know I’m fun and stuff, but I’ve never stolen anyone’s girlfriend before. I’m not starting now. I’m engaged. Jesus.”

Ro laughs, abashed. “Thanks.”

“Thanks for doing the driving. I’m glad I came. Ugh. I have to deal with my family tomorrow. And it’s a Hampton, so there’s no minibar.”

“A hangover will not make your family easier to deal with,” Ro says wisely as she follows Alison into the lobby.

“Won’t it? Won’t it?” Alison replies as she shows her ID and checks in.

Ro’s discomfort is obvious as they ride up in the elevator.

“You don’t believe me? You don’t believe I’m a gentlewoman?” Alison asks.

“It’s not that. I know you’re cool. Shit, maybe I’m the bad one.” Ro shrugs. “But…”

They stop in front of the door. Alison faces her, troubled.

“But what?”

“But she’s at home. Waiting for me. I don’t know what she’ll think if I tell her the truth. I don’t want to lie. I think I should head back.”

“I’m not going to pressure you. But you’re not her hostage.”

“It’s not that,” Ro insists. “I know what it’s like to be anxious and be having a hard time. I’m gonna do the right thing. I’ll feel better. She’ll feel better. Everybody wins. A long drive isn’t worse than… shapeshifting aliens.”

“I guess that checks out. God. I’m so glad we got to hang out.” Alison puts her bag down and hugs Ro tightly. Ro hugs her back.

“I’m happy for you,” Ro mumbles into her chest.

“I’m proud of you. You’re just a better person than I am.”

“My anxiety makes it look like I am.” Ro smiles up at her. “Drink some water.”

Alison starts to reply, but the door snaps open, revealing an almost unrecognizable, yet incredibly icy Marit.

Her hair is still dyed black, but she wears a Corona graphic tee and basketball shorts with Crocs. The raging inferno of fury evident from her expression hits almost hard enough for Alison to stumble. Alison’s not quite drunk enough not to notice how she’s holding Marit’s girlfriend, blushing a little, faces almost touching… Her initial reaction is irritation while Ro’s is disbelief.

“Hey, fuck you,” Alison snaps as Ro gasps.

But wait. How is Marit inside Alison’s hotel room? It’s literally impossible. The only person who could even theoretically know the room and be able to get a key is…

Signe steps into view behind Marit. Rather than angry, she looks mild, skeptical, calm… maybe a little curious. Too cool and dignified, as always.

“Where is the fucking trust, bruh?” Alison explodes.

Signe merely shrugs a little, her eyes going to Marit. Yes. This is Marit’s doing. She must’ve gotten suspicious and reached out to Signe.

“You bought a plane ticket to the States in secret for her dumbass anxiety?” Alison asks Signe as Marit yanks Ro away from her.

Marit immediately starts jabbering in Norwegian, and Ro starts defending herself, also in Norwegian. Alison is momentarily taken aback and hurt. Ro has seriously worked on her Norwegian. She doesn’t sound like a native, but she’s firing back like she knows what’s going on. Meanwhile, Alison has only really mastered one phrase in Norwegian and she isn’t sure that she even has it right. She uses it a lot, though. And this is as good a time as any. She turns back to Signe.

“Faen livet mitt! Are you fucking serious right now?” Alison rages.

Signe takes that in in her usual calm fashion. She says nothing.

“Oh my god! Look, we did have like a moment at the party, but I was having memories, people were doing stuff in front of us, and we were in the dungeon. Like you never looked at somebody and wanted to kiss them! But I didn’t do it! I didn’t even kiss her! And we were just having a whole thing about how she wasn’t going to stay! Oh my god,” Alison says as Signe pulls the bag into the room, then Alison as well, and closes the door. Perfect Signe doesn’t want to fight in the hallway. Alison rolls her eyes and groans. “I need another drink.”

“I am not sure that you do,” Signe says, catching her as she wobbles.

They look over as the fighting in Norwegian stops.

“Oh,” Alison says.

Marit and Ro are kissing. Marit seems a little stiff; did Ro kiss her to shut her up? If so, good for her. That goes on for a moment and they separate. Ro says something quietly, and it looks like Marit is struggling internally.

Then Marit turns, looking straight at Alison with a gaze that is pure ****.

“What the shit, dude? I didn’t do anything. I haven’t even spoken to you in like…” Alison trails off; Marit’s not listening. Or rather, she doesn’t speak much English.

Marit roughly shoves Ro onto the bed and climbs on top of her, pinning her down with another fierce kiss.

Startled, Alison and Signe look on. Marit keeps going. Ro’s not fighting her.

“Guess they worked it out…” Alison begins, then comes to her senses. “Hey! That’s my bed! I paid two hundred bucks for this shithole!”

Marit looks at her again. It’s that same look and it’s still stupid. What does it even mean? Then Alison understands.

“OK, you’re just an idiot,” she says, planting her hands on her hips and accidentally ripping off some of the fake leaves from her costume. “Fucking fuck.”

Ro starts to sit up, but Marit pushes her down and kisses her harder.

Signe seems both puzzled and a little uncomfortable, although she’s too cool to show much of either on her face. Together, they watch Ro’s little hands squeezing Marit’s arms and Marit’s bottom swaying in the air.

“Oh, I see,” Alison says darkly.

“What?” Signe is lost.

Alison grabs the armchair in the corner and drags it toward the bed.

“This dipshit thinks she’s cucking me,” Alison pants as she struggles with the chair.

Signe effortlessly helps her, looking even more confused.

“What?”

“It’s not even how this works,” Alison goes on. She plops in the chair and crosses her legs, smiling at Marit. “You dumb bitch. You think anybody’s going to believe a cuck scene where I’m not the bull?”

“Darling? Are you OK?” Signe asks.

Alison glances up at her. “Actually, how are you not the bull?”

“The what?”

“Never mind. Shush.”

Seconds go by. Signe leans down. “We are watching?”

“It’s what she wants. You can blow a thousand bucks on a plane ticket but you can’t watch me get cucked even though this isn’t even remotely close to cucking?”

“How much drinking did you do?”

“Shush. Just watch.”

“Is there another chair?”

“No.”

Signe kneels beside the chair, baffled. She doesn’t look away when Marit roughly unzips the top of Ro’s costume and shoves up her unnecessary sports bra before going to town on her flat chest with her mouth.

Ro’s sufficiently into it that she’s forgotten about Alison and Signe completely, which is impressive. Marit does bring a lot of energy and passion to this, even if Alison personally thinks her technique is lacking. Marit is in total control, and as the kissing, licking, and groping escalates, Alison can’t help but feel something. She uncrosses her legs and then crosses them the other way, glancing at Signe, who seems to have some appreciation for Marit’s smooth legs.

Soon they’re struggling to get Ro’s tight, purple costume pants over her hips. It’s about to get good.

Signe shifts slightly, and that gets Alison’s attention.

“This is doing it for you?” Alison asks.

Signe looks at her for a moment, then leans in and kisses her.

“Mmm,” Alison moans into her fiancé’s mouth when she feels a big hand squeezing her breast over her Ivy costume. Well, Signe didn’t get herself a big titty American girlfriend to not play with her boobs every chance she gets.

Alison’s been turned on since the party, and inhibitions have never been her problem. It’s amazing to her that Signe’s feeling it enough to set dignity aside, but that’s a turn-on in itself. She pulls back and stares at Signe, nose to nose.

“You believe me, right baby?”

Signe nods.

“Yes!” Ro squeals, pulling Marit’s hair roughly. The Norwegian’s tongue is deep inside Ro. Her nails dig into Ro’s legs, which flex and squirm. Eyes shut tight, Ro arches her back only to jump in surprise as the bed suddenly bounces.

She looks over to see Alison beside her and Signe climbing on.

“Hey babe,” Alison says to Ro.

Ro pants, Marit’s tongue still keeping her breathless. Ro can only gaze at Alison hungrily, and she’s worked up enough that her eyes give her away: they drift down from Alison’s face to her bulging Poison Ivy cleavage. She’s so cute.

“It’s fine,” she tells Ro. “You can touch them.”

Alison yanks the front of her costume down and her breasts spill out with a weighty jiggle. Still breathing raggedly, Ro reaches out with an almost comical reverence to touch and caress.

“That’s it,” Alison says, trying not to laugh as Ro tries not to drool. “Go on.”

Ro leans over and wraps her lips around Alison’s nipple.

“Ah! OK,” Alison laughs, then looks down to see Signe looking up at her neutrally.

Signe says nothing.

“I’m the bull,” Alison reminds her, cradling Ro’s head as she sucks away. “Ah! Just so we’re clear. Me. Bull.”

Signe has no idea what she’s talking about. Signe hooks two fingers into the crotch of Alison’s costume and simply rips it away before burying her face between Alison’s legs. Ro shivers; she’s cumming again, but still sucking Alison’s nipple while Signe’s tongue drags between her lips down there.

“I’m the bull,” Alison pants stubbornly with one hand on Ro’s head and the other on Signe’s. “Yeah, baby. That’s it.”

The End! It's canon! Happy Halloween!