Full Measure

>Nothing new.
>Lincoln felt somewhat relieved, but also a little disappointed.
>After the escapade a few weeks ago, it seemed like every day Lincoln had been getting into long conversations with Nikki.
>Mostly about nothing, but they were still fun.
>Especially because he was talking to Nikki.
>After their leisurely and somewhat age-inappropriate adventure, he'd been getting on quite well with the tall girl Ronnie Anne had befriended.
>And, from some of the texts, it had been a little too well.
>Lincoln, being a growing young boy, was more than happy to enjoy Nikki's racy photos.
>Any normal boy would.
>Which is why he felt a bit awful that he hadn't gotten a message from Nikki in almost five days.
>Partially because he did enjoy his private show, but also because he believed he might have messed up the situation he had going for him.
>Sure, she was cute, but maybe the endless flirting began to take a toll on Nikki.
>She wasn't some girly girl like Leni or Lori, after all.
>Nikki was a lot closer to Lynn.
>Except with less dutch ovens and trips to the trauma ward.
>Maybe he'd pushed himself too hard, he thought.
>In trying to be smooth, he only ended up failing miserably.
>Taking a page out of Lucy's book, he audibly sighed as he buried his face in his pillows.
>That is until the vibration of his phone on the bed made him turn from his pity party to check out his new message.
>His heart began to quicken once more as he saw Nikki's new message.
>”Sup, fluff top”
>Lincoln smiled as he began to eke out his own message.
“Not much. U?”
>”I ate some dirt recently and I'm feeling sore”
“That sucks.”
>”Tell me about it”

“Anything else new?”
>”I fixed up my board”
“Did you break it again?”
>”No just some wheel maintenance”
“Oh. Did Ronnie Anne help you out?”
>”Actually yeah, that's why I'm talking to you right now”
“?”
>”She had my phone so I couldn't text you”
>Seeing that quickly put Lincoln's mind at ease.
>He had not yet sunk this ship of his.
>”Speaking of I am hanging at her place while my parents are away”
>Lincoln couldn't believe what he just saw.
>Ronnie Anne was going to be having Nikki spend the night at her house?
“Really?”
>”Yeah its gonna be great they make so much food”
>Lincoln certainly sympathized with Nikki's priorities there.
>The Casagrandes knew their way around a kitchen.
>”Speak of the devil Ronnie calling brb”
>And with that, the phone went dark again.
>But Lincoln wasn't sad.
>Far from it.
>Lincoln was ecstatic.
>The fact that he was heading off on an impromptu trip down to the city with Lori after she decided she needed to visit Bobby for some anniversary he hadn't quite paid attention to didn't bother him so much anymore.
>Lincoln was going to be able to hang out with Nikki again.
>All day.
>Not to mention he'd get to see Ronnie Anne, too.
>And he might even get to ask her for advice on things with Nikki like he meant to.
>He would have asked Lori, but she couldn't keep a secret to save her life when it came to his love life.
>Given the nature of the relationship or possible lack of between the two tweens, an awkward conversation would be the least of his worries.
>Best to just keep it between people who won't make a big deal out of it.
>Ronnie Anne was good for conversations like that.
>Especially since she was pretty similar to Nikki in a lot of ways.
>Who better to get help from?

>”Hurry up, Lincoln! We have to get this inside before it starts getting warm.”
“Easier said than done. Why did you have to make this so big?”
>With one last heave, Lincoln and Lori finally made it to the door of the Casagrande residence.
>The two slumped to the ground quickly.
>Lori weakly knocked on the door, trying to catch her breath as she leaned against it for support.
>The door soon gave way as it opened, and Lori fell through.
>Luckily the tired girl managed to find herself in the arms of a very familiar man.
>”Babe?”
>”Boo-boo bear!”
>Her strength seemed to come back in an instant as Lori flung her arms around Bobby.
>”I literally almost couldn't keep it a secret, but I had to surprise you for our halfiversary! I even made the cake we had an our quarterversary from scratch just for the occasion.”
>Bobby looked over to the container behind them, holding a large ice cream cake and sitting next to another familiar face.
>”Hey, Lincoln. You look tired.”
“Had to drag cake. So far. So heavy.”
>”Well I'll give you guys a hand getting this in.”
>Lori let go of her man, quickly heading over to the cake and starting to lift it once more.
>His break over, Lincoln joined in the effort as the three of them dragged the confection inside.
>Lincoln closed his eyes as he followed Bobby's lead.
>He didn't have the strength to keep them open anymore.
>As they passed through their abode, Lincoln could feel a large wet spot on his leg beginning to form.
>Yep.
>That was Lalo alright.
>His presence was but the first, as more of the Casagrande clan came out of the woodwork to welcome the pair to their home again.
>The effort of moving in the cake became easier as more and more hands joined the fray.
>By the time they set it down, Lincoln actually had regained some of the feeling in his body.

>Which was quickly replaced by another lack of feeling as Lincoln got the breath knocked out of him by an unseen assailant giving him quite the hug.
>”Lincoln, you're back again!”
>He knew that voice anywhere.
“Yeah, CJ, it's been a while.”
>”Why didn't you tell us you were coming over?”
“Well, that's because Lori wanted to keep it a surprise. For Bobby.”
>”Oh boy, Ronnie Anne is gonna get a kick out of this.”
>Right.
>Ronnie Anne.
>And Nikki.
“Speaking of that, where is she?”
>”Oh, she's in her room playing a game with Nikki. Do you want to play a game, Lincoln?”
“Maybe later. I have to talk to Ronnie Anne about something first.”
>”Okay, Lincoln. I'll go get the pirate stuff ready for you.”
>”Lincoln?”
>Carlota's voice filled Lincoln with dread.
>While the rest of the Casagrandes were preoccupied with Lori and Bobby, he knew he was going to be the only target of Carlota's attention.
“Uh, CJ, little help keeping Carlota distracted?”
>As a look of determination came over the boy, he quickly produced a red cloth and secured it to himself before giving Lincoln a salute.
>”You can count on me!”
>With that, CJ was off to intercept Carlota.
>Lincoln smiled as he made his way to Ronnie Anne's door in the middle of it.
>It felt good to have a man on the inside.
>Lincoln slowly opened up the door, and in fact did see Ronnie Anne and Nikki getting their game on.
>At least until their attention shifted to his intrusion.
>”Lincoln?”
>”K.O.”
>”Aw come on, Nikki!”
>The tall girl shrugged as she sheepishly smiled for her poor sportsmanship.
>”I'm gonna come back to that in a second, but first, where did you come from?”
“It's a Lori thing.”
>”Another anniversary that doesn't have to do with it actually being an anniversary?”
“Yeah.”
>”Figures.”
>”Wait, you didn't tell anyone you were coming?”
“She wanted it to be a surprise.”
>”Yeah, that sounds like Lori. Come on, Linc, grab a controller. We'll do some racing.”

>”And that's lap 12. I win again.”
>”This is ridiculous. How the hell are bikes so good?”
>”Lot of practice.”
“I think I need a breather, my hands are cramping up.”
>”That's fine by me. I'm gonna go get a soda. You guys want anything?”
>”Grape!”
>”Three grapes it is.”
“I didn't say-”
>”You always want grape.”
>Before he could get out another word, Ronnie Anne shut the door.
>She was right, he did want grape.
>While Lincoln was sitting there, he realized something.
>He was in a room.
>Alone.
>With Nikki.
>He turned over to her, only to see her setting up for their next game.
>”I know she sucks at the snow maps, this'll be how I make my comeback.”
>As she flicked the controller through, Lincoln decided to take the initiative and came closer to her.
>It took her a second to notice Lincoln had gotten there.
>Lincoln and Nikki were silent, not knowing what to say.
>Sure, he may have put himself there, but he didn't know where to take the conversation.
>And from the look on her face, neither did Nikki.
>The two had a history now, that much was established.
>But this was the first time they'd been together since that day.
>Lincoln decided that if he couldn't find the right words, he'd find another way.
>His hand quickly found Nikki's, taking it in a soft embrace.
>Nikki likewise began to hold onto his.
>It was a pleasant feeling between them.
>”Why didn't you tell me you were going to be here?”
>Lincoln blushed as he thought on Nikki's ice-breaking statement.
“I...guess I wanted it to be a surprise for you, too.”
>”Heh, you're so sappy, fluff top.”
>Nikki's own blush began to form as she stole a couple of glances his way.
>”You're lucky I like that about you.

>Lincoln and Nikki shared a bit of a laugh, cutting away some of the tension they'd built up.
>It felt nice.
>Just being alone with Nikki.
>As their laughter died down, the moment returned to the silence between them.
>Not one of awkwardness, but of content.
>Truly a blissful mo-
>”Dang sodas.”
>As Ronnie Anne began to fumble with the lock, the lovebirds realized just what she was about to walk in on.
>They scrambled back into place, as if nothing happened.
>Both of them knew how awkward it would be for Ronnie Anne to see them flirting in her room.
>You can't make someone feel like a third wheel in their own home, after all.
>That's just impolite.
>Finally managing her way through the room, Ronnie Anne slowly fumbled the sodas into the waiting hands of her friends.
>”Ah, there we go. Now, to a fun day of hanging out with friends. Cheers!”
>The trio popped their tabs and knocked their cans together, readying themselves back into the prior party atmosphere.
>As he began to gulp down his grape soda, Lincoln had a twinge of disappointment come his way.
>That moment with Nikki was nice.
>But they had to cut it so short.
>He wanted to have more.
>It wasn't so easy to push back what he'd been feeling for weeks and it was even more difficult to do it twice.
>But the night was young, and there would be more time for the two of them to hang out the next day as well.
>Whenever Lori dragged Lincoln here, it was always for a few days.
>Lori needed her fix of Bobby.
>And with what he was going through with Nikki, Lincoln couldn't really blame her for it.
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>”I...I'm gonna win this time.”
>”Ronnie, maybe you should take a break. We've been at this for like five hours now.”
>”No! I'm gonna beat you...and the stupid...snow...”
>The sentence trailed off as Ronnie Anne's balance went and she fell face first to the floor.
>”Thank you, baby Jesus.”
“Uh, is she okay, Nikki?”
>”Yeah, this just happens when she downs about four liters of grape soda in a day.”
>Lincoln was inclined to believe Ronnie Anne did this a lot as she picked up her friend and set her in her bed.
>Not long after, Nikki set down her controller and began to rub her eyes.
>Given how bloodshot they were, Lincoln couldn't imagine how awful his were.
>”Man. I am ready to check out. All that soda and food is catching up to me.”
>Lincoln couldn't help but yawn as he watched Nikki try to fight off the sandman.
“Yeah, I know what you mean.”
>”Good thing I brought this.”
>Nikki dug through a backpack on the floor, pulling out a sleeping bag that looked just big enough for her.
>As she casually tossed it on the ground, Nikki slowly began to take off her hoodie.
>Then her pants.
>It was at this time Lincoln realized that he should probably not be staying to watch this.
>He quietly made and exit, making and effort not to look back at the room.
>As he did, he made his way to the couch where he would be crashing for the time.
>Much to his surprise, it was already done up.
>With a notecard on the pillow.
“Sweet dreams, Lincoln. -Carlota.”
>A simple if not effective message.
>He fell to the couch, not even bothering to take off his clothes.
>Sleep looked so welcoming.
>Until nature began to call for the first time in hours.

>With one quick bathroom trip and wardrobe change, Lincoln was finally ready to actually head off to the world of sleep.
>He slowly settled himself in, his head hitting the pillow with a loud thud.
>Nothing but sleep awaited him.
>As his eyes began to shut, his ears pricked up at the sound of his phone vibrating on the armrest.
>If this was Zach trying to tell him about how much gold he made auctioning off that rare boss drop again, he was getting a dodgeball to the face the next time he saw him.
>Thankfully it was a much better message.
>”Don't know if u r still up or not, but today was fun”
“Yeah. Today was fun.”
>”Especially because you both got your butt kicked”
“I'm just outta practice, I swear!”
>”Ha you wish”
“Just wait until tomorrow. I'll get you for sure.”
“If you say so, fluff top”
>Lincoln, even as tired as he was, was already awaiting the challenge coming his way.
>He'd show Nikki and Ronnie Anne what he could really do.
>”Oh btw I still cant believe you came”
“Everyone likes a surprise now and then.”
>”I suppose you are right”
>Another message popped up soon after.
>But this wasn't just a few characters on a screen anymore.
>This was a photo of Nikki in her pajamas.
>With her chest just barely covered.
>“How is that for a surprise”
>Lincoln was surprised, that was for sure.
>Like a man in a desert that finally found his oasis.
>”Have a few more”
>Soon his phone was bombarded with pictures of her from many angles.
>Lincoln couldn't take his eyes off the phone.
>Every image only enticed him further.
>His heart had begun to pump blood to more than a few places it wasn't before.
>”So, you know what comes next”
>Next?
>”You come in here and we have a little fun”
>Lincoln thought for a second on if that was a good idea
>Then the second after he darted off of the couch.

>He slowly crept his way back to Ronnie Anne's room, finding the door slightly ajar.
>After sliding in, the door softly shut behind him as he was beset from behind by a pair of long and familiar arms.
>”Nice to see you joined me, Lincoln.”
>The poor boy was at a loss for words, feeling the warmth of Nikki's hug on his back.
>”Oh, I see someone's eager tonight.”
>Lincoln soon found himself lacking in pants as they dropped to his ankles.
>His tighty-whities were also on the verge of absence.
>”It's been a while since I've seen this dude. And it looks like he's more than happy to see me.”
>Lincoln's breath drew short as he felt Nikki's hands on him for the first time in weeks.
>She seemed no less interested in him than the first time they'd intermingled.
>What delightful news for him.
>As Nikki rubbed and stroked to milk Lincoln for all he was worth, Lincoln felt himself a bit of an adventurous desire.
>He took a chance and his left hand found its mark as Nikki let out a rather pleased moan.
>For a small moment, her knees went weak.
>The pair jerked a small bit forward, Lincoln catching the both of them as they fell towards Ronnie Anne's desk.
>Disaster averted, Lincoln found himself still holding onto Nikki's more sensitive areas.
>Since he had already started the process, he figured he may as well finish it.
>Lincoln took the initiative in their passionate experience, and made his way through Nikki's tank top and boyshorts, freeing up his access to Nikki's assets.
>It wasn't long before Nikki got back into her rhythm as well, feeling the thrum of Lincoln's heart through his raging erection.
>The pair of them were lost in their own little world, enveloped in a flurry of gropes, kisses and the occasional lick.
>As the feeling in Nikki's chest and loins reached its peak, so too did her pace on Lincoln's cock.
>Lincoln could feel her quiver in his hands as her body shook to its core.
>Not long after, his own release followed.

>By the time all was said and done, Lincoln and Nikki had made quite the disaster in Ronnie Anne's room.
>There were more than a few puddles, and a decent smattering of fluids on the desk before them.
>Whether it made it there before they touched it or after they did not know.
>”Ugh. Such a mess.”
>Lincoln's heart caught in his throat.
>He quickly snapped around to see Ronnie Anne...soundly asleep.
>The sight baffled the poor kid.
>”Lalo, I told you not to lick the bean dip!”
>”Heh. She, uh, she got you. Don't worry. That's normal when she has too much soda.”
“Oh thank goodness. I thought we were gonna get caught.”
>As Lincoln reoriented himself on the desk, he felt a slimy sensation on his elbow.
“Nevermind, I think we're still gonna get caught. Just look at all this mess.”
>”Oh, don't mind that. I'll take care of it.”
“What?”
>”Trust me, I do this all the time when I break something after sneaking in to my house.”
>Lincoln was about to ask another question when Nikki put her finger to his lips.
>Thankfully it was dry.
>”No need to worry, just back to the couch before we do get caught.”
>With nothing more to add, Lincoln simply made his way back through the hallway from whence he came.
>Yet he managed to bump into a familiar blonde girl right as he made his way back to the living room.
>It was then that he realized he was not dressed as befitting a guest in someone else's house.
>Then again, neither was Lori.
>The two silently readjusted their clothing as they made their way back to their assigned sleeping arrangements.
>There was no need for words.
>They both knew what was happening.
>However, this time when Lincoln hit the couch, there was no delay.
>The sleep came upon him fast.
>What little energy he had was now gone.
>Slowly drifting off, he couldn't help thinking of just how fun the rest of their visit was going to be.
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>”Tell me again, what was the point of coming here?”
>”They have the new Dance Battle machine and I wanted to give it a shot.”
>”Aren't you insanely bad at the game?”
>”I am not! You just have extremely long legs that give you an unfair advantage!”
>Behind the two bickering girls, Lincoln yawned as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
>He was a bit drained  from the night before, and with how quickly he got dragged out to the mall there wasn't much sleep to help him.
>Ronnie Anne didn't even seem fazed.
>Of course she did pass out from that sugar crash.
>How Lincoln wished he joined her.
“Hey, is the food court open? We left without breakfast and I'm starving.”
>”Breakfast?”
>Nikki's face quickly dropped as she heard those words.
>”If you're hungry, I know just the place. Follow me, Lame-o.”
>As Ronnie Anne began to walk off, Nikki slapped her forehead as she groaned.
>”Ronnie, no, we're only here for the arcade.”
>”Come on, we could all use something to eat. My treat.”
>As they walked on, Nikki slowly hung back until she reached Lincoln's pace.
>”Lincoln, what have you done?”
“What's wrong?”
>”Ronnie Anne is taking us to the food court during early bird hours.”
“What's so bad about that?”
>”The old people. They take forever to order and they'll be all over the place. We'll be waiting for like two hours before we get out of there. And then Ronnie Anne herself will take like half an hour ordering. She never decides what to get before she goes to the menu.”
“Oh.”
>”Yeah. So, that's why I propose we do this.”
>With a quick tug, Nikki broke off from Ronnie Anne's trail as she and Lincoln headed down the path to the left.
“Whoa, where are we going?”
>”Trust me, we'll be better off waiting for her to be done than to stick around.”
>Nikki quickly passed through the sliding glass doors with Lincoln in tow, then began to pick up speed.
>Lincoln quickly began to wake up as he raced to not lose Nikki.
>He was definitely not prepared for leg day.

>Every block they went down was torture.
>It wasn't fair trying to keep up with Nikki.
>Ronnie Anne was right about that unfair advantage.
>As his lungs began to give out, the long-legged blonde finally stopped in front of an alleyway.
>Which she quickly ducked into.
>Lincoln followed behind her, only to see her shimmying up to a fire escape.
>By the time he made it over, the ladder hit the ground and kicked up a small bit of dust around it.
>”Climb up!”
>Turning his head skyward, Lincoln could see Nikki already ascending.
>Seeing no other option, he began to climb up the ladder.
>Then the steps.
>Then over the nest of pigeons.
>Then the angry and feral cat stalking the pigeons.
>Eventually, he reached the highest tier of the escape and saw an open window.
>A beckoning hand came out, urging him to come over.
>He walked himself over to the window and was promptly pulled inside.
>The two fell to a carpet below.
>After regaining a sense of where he was, and a bit of his lost breath, Lincoln saw an amused Nikki looking at him.
>”Glad to see you made it in one piece.”
>Nikki's slowly rising body slumped the boy's head down into her lap.
>Looking up to the towering girl above him, Lincoln saw a bright smile on her face.
>Even with a missing tooth, she was still beautiful.
>”So, there's something I've been thinking about for a while.”
“What?”
>”We never really got to finish our date properly.”
“Properly?”
>”I mean we never got to the good stuff.”
>Realization of what Nikki meant began to sink into the boy's semi-awake mind.
>In equal parts he was excited and fearful of what was to come.
>Yet fear seemed to flee from him as his body moved off of the long denim-clad legs that proceeded to tower over him.

>Nikki began to slowly remove her hoodie from her body, tossing it off into the corner of whatever room they were in.
>As it did, Lincoln soon understood just what sort of room this was.
>It was Nikki's bedroom.
>The decorations alone were proof enough.
>Suddenly, his chest began to tighten as his breaths grew deeper.
>Especially as Nikki kicked off her shoes and fell onto her bed.
>A hesitation he hadn't yet experienced came over him as the weight of the situation finally came to rest on his weary head.
>While he had been getting intimate with Nikki, her taking him back to her house and then to her room had left quite the impression on Lincoln.
>It was more than he really expected.
>How fast it all seemed to be.
>”Are you gonna spend your whole life down there, Linc? Come on up.”
>His shaky arms finding their former balance, Lincoln dragged himself up onto the foot of Nikki's bed.
>What he saw was a lot less than he was expecting.
>Nikki's usual coolness was lacking.
>She seemed...a little unsure of herself.
>The thought put Lincoln at ease knowing he wasn't the only one who felt a little out of his element.
>”Well, aren't you going to join me?”
>Lincoln quickly found his courage again as he scrambled up next to Nikki.
>His heart's beating only seemed to grow stronger as he did.
>Everything was different from the first time.
>So much slower.
>More personal.
>He could even see Nikki's free eye flitting about the bed.
>Even if he wanted to, he couldn't pull his eyes off of her.
>Taking in her view.
>How her clothes seemed so awkward on a girl as big as her, from her really tight tanktop to her partially down jeans.
>Everything seemed so abnormal.
>But it only endeared him further to her.
>After all, an eleven year old with white hair wasn't so normal either.

>One curious hand ventured out, resting on Nikki's side.
>Lincoln felt her skin and how warm it was compared to his own.
>Slowly, his hand slid up to her chest before slowly snaking under her top.
>As it went behind her, Lincoln couldn't help but pull Nikki in.
>Nikki fell into the motion, coming closer to Lincoln as her hair brushed against his arm.
>Before Lincoln could make another move, Nikki made one of her own.
>She dove in for a kiss, and held the contact between them for a long time.
>Once she broke off, she couldn't help but laugh at at what was happening.
>What they were doing.
>How they both got so red.
>Without even thinking about it, she reached her own hand out to Lincoln's side.
>Though she'd not had a lot of practice, she remembered enough about Lincoln's pants to undo them fairly quickly.
>Soon, they were at the same level.
>Though his tighty-whities were a far cry from her pink boyshorts.
>Lincoln took his own step in their disrobing dance, and pulled her shirt up to free her bare chest to the air.
>It was a bit of a surprise to both of them that she wasn't wearing a bra.
>But it really only made the matter easier for them both.
>Nikki then rolled over to her back, before looking down at her legs.
>”Care to help a girl out?”
>Lincoln happily obliged, shimmying the rest of Nikki's pants down and then off of her.
>His own pants soon found their way to floor as well, alongside his orange polo.
>The two of them knew what was to come next, but neither could speak.
>It was just wasted time.
>Especially as their last remaining undergarments were still in the way.
>With how useless the briefs had already become for Lincoln, Nikki simply moved forward as she gripped them and freed Lincoln's nethers.
>It was just how she remembered.
>And it didn't take long for Lincoln to repay the favor to Nikki, slowly moving her own underwear off of her pelvis.

>Lincoln could already tell by how it clung to Nikki that she had been really looking forward to this.
>Being honest with himself, he had been as well.
>Even with how hesitant he started out, he still nearly got so far back at the fair and had gone so far even in Ronnie Anne's room.
>He smiled as he thought about how hard she would probably have slugged him if she knew what they did.
>Though what they did then was nothing compared to what was about to happen.
>Lincoln looked at Nikki once more, seeing her looking back to him.
>She was waiting for Lincoln to finally bring their unfulfilled tryst to fruition.
>Swallowing down his last bit of reservation, Lincoln tried to align himself with Nikki.
>After a few fumbles, Lincoln was stopped as he came to an opening between Nikki's lips.
>Slowly, he pushed himself forward.
>Working his way into Nikki.
>It was so hot and small, but somehow the slickness inside allowed him to get further and further in.
>Right up until he met resistance about a third of the way in.
>Lincoln stopped, not quite sure how to proceed.
>Nikki wasn't as patient as he was, and soon a pair of legs wrapped around him as they pulled him in until he pushed right through.
>A pair of arms joined the legs as Nikki let out a gasp instead of a moan, holding onto Lincoln's back with all her strength.
>Lincoln was a little worried about what had happened, and if Nikki was still hurting.
>They stayed together for a few minutes, before Nikki finally let go of Lincoln with her arms and fell back to her bed.
>Lincoln started to move out from Nikki's grasp, until he found her legs beginning to grip him again.
>The two of them found their rhythm slowly but surely, their hips meeting together in one slow embrace after another.
>Naturally, they began to quicken as the session went on.
>The slow penetrations gave way to bucking thrusts, the two preteens coming to understand the way their bodies were connecting.

>As the pace quickened, their breathing and moaning did as well.
>Lincoln lost himself in the act, while Nikki retained a bit of awareness.
>Just enough to hear her phone vibrate on her nightstand.
>It was probably Ronnie Anne.
>But that was something that could wait.
>All that really mattered to her in that instant was what they shared in her room.
>How cute Lincoln looked trying his very best.
>And how the neighbors were probably confused about what they were doing.
>Then, it hit her.
>Nikki was rocked to her core as she felt herself shake inside, letting out the longest moan she had in her life.
>She once again held onto Lincoln, until they both stopped moving.
>Lincoln's sounds began to subside as he laid on Nikki, the two of them finally coming down from their blissful moment.
>It wasn't until the glow finally broke down that Nikki slowly realized she held Lincoln in for a little too long.
>Lincoln had actually fired off a shot inside of her.
>As it began to dawn on her, she looked down to her partner.
>He seemed to have passed out on her.
>Still inside of her.
>Nikki sighed to herself as the reality finally settled in.
>Even so, she couldn't bring herself to really hate it.
>She was the one who set it all in motion.
>Ronnie Anne blowing up her phone was proof of that.
>In the end, the only thing she had to do was accept what she had in front of her.
>As she did, she couldn't help smiling.
>Even if the worst came to pass, she didn't think she'd mind it that much.
>After all, if there was anyone who she'd want to have done this with, it was Lincoln.
>She simply laid back as she reached out and silenced her phone.
>The two of them could handle things later.
>Her own eyes slowly shut as she laid a hand on Lincoln's back and settled into her pillow.
>”Sweet dreams, fluff top.”