Florida: Take 3

Jen: *holds Rory closer and thinks about home, her accent returning to her* Well... Lemmuh tell ya bou' my damned bow legs. Alrigh'?

Rory: *Heart starts thumping about* You're gonna tell me... About something you hate talkin' about? *No matter how much she wants to know why exactly Jen is so insecure... she can't help but feel a bit bad* You- you don't have to if you don't want to... I know it's a touchy subject... but if you tell me, I'll tell you.d

Jen: *chuckles and shakes her head, looking at the ceiling* When I was a yung'n... muh dad was hopin' fer a boy. But when muh mom had a girl, he didn' wan' anythin' to do w'me. Ya know?

Rory: *Looked away* Didn't have a dad or a mom... grew up in a foster home. Sorry. I wouldn't know. *Purses lips and licks the outsides of them before unpursing them*

Jen: *frowns and looks down* Sorry... this's probably too depressi' fer ya.

Rory: I've been through a lot... I mean... a lot... you name it. But this isn't about me, this' about you... and I really do think I love you. But if I love you I have to know more about you... I just... I have to know why you think you're this- this-

Jen: *looks at Rory* So ya wan'me ta depress ya more?

Rory: *Pulls Jen's shirt off over her head and pokes her stomach* Sure. *Pushes Jen gently onto the matress so they're both laying down under the covers*

Jen: *stares up at the ceiling* That's kinda twisted, ya know? *sighs* Muh dad used ta tell me I was too ugly ta be a girl. He said I was his boy gone wrong. *feels tears sting her eyes* Then when I was twelve... I did one ova stupidest things ever.

Rory: *Puts arm around Jen's waist* You are a girl... a hot girl... most sexiest and the most talented there ever was and ever will be... *Rests head on Jen's chest*

Jen: Yeah, well that ain' what muh junior high cheerleadin' squad said. Ya know I actually tried ou' fer tha' stupid thang? I made it, too. But they always made fun a muh legs. And one week I went ta muh lock'r, and guess wha? Pictures a cows and bow legged guys... *her voice breaks* And this dumb Tex's belt. *wipes her eyes* But tha' wuh'n't the worse. Worse was tha first practice... I show'd up 'n they had guys lin'd up waitin' fer me. That's when they called me the ugliest boy e'er an' beat me up. One a 'em e'en broke muh leg.

Rory: *Is speechless and nuzzles her head more into Jen's soft chest as her hand strokes Jen's strong stomach* When I was real little... *swallows a lump in her throat* I- I... when I was born I had cleft lip... and... a tail... a- and a forked tongue... every five years I'd have to get a new surgery- t-t keep it away... cuz for some reason... the surgery... w-would only keep for that long. When I was i-in the f-foster home... they- they couldn't do it for m-me... So everyone c-called me the d-devil... ch-child. I'd g-get rocks th-thr-thrown at me every... d-day. A-and... *tears drip onto Jen's bare chest* e-every day... no one... no one would do anything a-bout *deep breath* it. And I w-was a-al-ways sc-scared... a- an *breaks down.. unale to get a word out. She just freezes in place, no more tears... she just stops*

Jen: *smiles at her* Wow, do you know how cute you are when you stutter?

Rory: I- I- I... n-no... *Tries to hold her tongue and she feels like she's slipping agin. She turns away from Jen, curling her knees up to her chest until she's in a complete fetal position*

Jen: *frowns* Hey.... *wraps her arms around her and just holds her* I'm sorry.

Rory: N-no... i-it's just... n-n-n... obody k-nows th-this.... b-b-b-but 'ou... n-n i w-was s-s-s-so scared y'you... woul-d l-leave i-i-f y-ou k-n-e-w-ew.

Jen: *places soft kisses down Rory's arms* I don' wanna leave. *turns her over and climbs on top of her, straddling her* I love ya.

Rory: *Traces finger lightly over Jen's abs* I love you too... more than you could ever know.

Jen: *smiles down at her* Oh, I think I know... alrigh' *closers her mouth over Rory's and starts playing with her nipple*

Rory: *Arms hang around Jen's neck... though she truly doesn't want to do this right now. All she wants to do is lay in Jen's arms*

Jen: *feeling something not right, she stops and looks at Rory, looking into her eyes, then giving her a sweet smile* Yer probly tired, huh? *cradles Rory and pulls the blankets around them, then gives a fake yawn* I know I am. *takes a deep breath* What ya say we jus' lay here?

Rory: *Puts her head in the crick of Jen's neck. The warm skin penetrating her defenses as she drifts off to sleep, her arm around Jen's waist*

- The Next Day -

Rae: *glances into her room at Tay and smiles, then turns to the others* Can we use her?
Aiden: *nods* I think so. But she's a little thin. Not very much to go around.
Rae: That's why we have the liquid.
Aiden: We have to do it slow.
Rae: It's easy. We just make her think we're her friends.
Aiden: How's that easy?
Rae: Cause she thinks her only other friends have abandoned her.
Aiden: *smiles and chuckles* Perfect.

~~~~~

Jen: *smiles to herself and fixes the tray of fresh food on the cart, then picks up a cup of fresh coffee and sits on the bed, waving it near Rory's face*

Rory: *Opens one eye and groggily says* six sugars, lots of cream.

Jen: Oh. Ok. *turns around and starts loading the coffee for Rory* So... uh... I was wondering if you wanted to party with some friends of mine.