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Author: Exquisiteliltart
Title: Test The Water
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Marc Cherry.
Distribution: Wherever.
Word count: 1,742
Chapters: 14-17
Spoilers: No (set in season 2)
Chapter 14
“Calm down, Tom. I can’t talk to you unless you are calm,” the door slammed shut behind the babysitter. Lynette crossed the room and placed Penny in her high chair.
“So you and Bree-how long has this been going on for?” Tom focused on taking deep breaths, but his heart continued to race.
“There has always been an attraction between us,” Lynette said quietly.
“Always?” Tom raised his eyebrows in disbelief.
“We only acted on our feelings over the weekend,” Lynette knew this line of questioning was not good. She owed Tom quite an explanation, but she didn’t want him to dwell on the details.
“And when you say ‘acted’ you mean what exactly?” Tom asked, his anger growing stronger by the second, despite his Zen breathing techniques.
Lynette’s voice tinged in warning, “Tom, you really don’t want to know.”
Tom shook his head, trying to imagine the worst, but his brain wouldn’t let the images form in his mind. “What does she have on me? How can you be in love with her? It was one weekend!”
“Maybe we should talk later. Tomorrow, we can talk more tomorrow.”
Tom sat down at the table, “You’re breaking my heart here, Lynette. Do you remember what you told me you would do if I ever cheated on you?” Tom sighed in exasperation. “You would leave, and now you are really leaving….. so maybe I should confess.”
Lynette leaned against the counter for support, and stared at him blankly while he gathered his thoughts. She had run out of words.
“I slept with Annabelle. More than once,” Tom drew his lips together in a tight line. “I didn’t tell you because I was afraid, and because it’s over. I know I don’t love her; I love you.”
Fresh tears welled up in Lynette’s eyes. She turned around and grasped the counter, unable to face her husband. She gasped for breath, and tried to untangle the thousands of thoughts running in circles in her head. She turned abruptly without saying a word; she went upstairs to gather her things.
Chapter 15
Andrew and Danielle came in the back door at quarter to 11. Bree was sitting in the kitchen staring into a glass of wine.
“Mom, I’m glad you’re back, we’re starving. Could you make us some food?” Andrew asked.
“Sure, Honey. Would you like a sandwich or something sweet?” Bree easily slipped into her practiced mom-mode.
“Everything you make is good, so whatever,” Danielle shrugged, heading toward the stairs.
“Wait! We need to talk. Sit down please,” Bree crossed the kitchen and turned on the oven. She took a blueberry pie, which she had made, out of the freezer and sat it on top of the oven. “I’ll put that in to bake and in a little while we’ll have fresh pie.”
“What’s up, mom?” Andrew asked narrowing his eyebrows. He and Danielle both sat down at the table.
“At any moment, Lynette will be coming over here to spend the night. I think,” Bree said uneasily.
“Just Mrs. Scavo, or is she bringing her kids?” Danielle asked worriedly.
“Maybe the kids…” Bree got lost in her thoughts.
“Why does she need to come over here?” Andrew yelled obnoxiously.
“Um…actually, she may be staying here for an indefinite, but possibly lengthy amount of time. She something happened on our trip to Chicago,” Bree felt like she may pass out from the torture of having to explain this. She got up and put the pie in the oven.
“Is she going to be staying in my room? I am not sharing a room with her or you, or Andrew. And I am not sleeping on the couch,” Danielle voiced her opinion suddenly unconcerned with why Mrs. Scavo was coming over, but with how it would affect her.
“Yeah, no way,” Andrew agreed.
“She left her husband,” Bree said dejectedly.
“Left him where?” Andrew asked.
Chapter 16
Lynette knocked on the door. Bree moved quickly, glancing nervously at her kids before scurrying into the foyer to let her in.
“Bree, he cheated on me! He slept with that bitch Annabelle,” Lynette was screaming, she hobbled in, and fell into Bree’s arms. She hung on for dear life as Andrew and Danielle came in to watch.
“So that’s why she’s staying here. Mr. Scavo had an affair,” Danielle said amazed, taken aback at the sight of Lynette crying hysterically. Lynette buried her face in Bree’s neck and shouted, “I’m so glad I have you, Bree. I love you so much. Please don’t be upset with me for doing this.”
Andrew and Danielle exchanged looks and thought it seemed a little weird that Mrs. Scavo was professing her love to their mother. Bree’s back was turned to them, and Lynette hadn’t noticed them standing there.
“Shh,” Bree rocked her gently, trying to soothe her. “I love you, too.”
Lynette pulled herself away from Bree, she wiped her face with her sleeve, and looked into Bree’s eyes. She looked so concerned and compassionate that Lynette, overwhelmed with conflicting emotion, kissed her so hard, it took Bree’s breath away.
Andrew and Danielle were stunned. They assumed that having your husband cheat on you really messes with your head.
Bree pulled out of the embrace and chastised her, “Lynette! I’m supposed to be mad at you!” But she immediately dove back down and captured her lips with her own.
“I hope my husband never cheats on me,” Danielle remarked, watching the unfolding drama with the look she usually reserved for nuclear crises and train wrecks.
“I think that Mr. Scavo cheated on her, but she cheated on him with… mom…gross,” Andrew deduced.
Bree broke away from Lynette, and looked solemnly at her children, “Don’t worry about your rooms. Lynette is staying with me. Now go sit down and I’ll get the pie,” Bree turned on her heel and walked toward the kitchen. “Lynette, bring your bags in. Do you need me to do your laundry?”
Andrew crossed his arms and laughed, “Hey, if you get to have her over, are you cool with me having Justin spend the night?”
Lynette followed wearily dragging her bags, “Who is Justin?”
“If he gets Justin, then I get Matthew,” Danielle squealed.
“Absolutely not! Neither of you are having any… buddies over,” Bree spat out, “Andrew, help Lynette with her bags, please.”
After Andrew ran Lynette’s bags to the top of the stairs, they all sat down at the dining room table. While Bree worked in the kitchen, Lynette scanned the 2 teenagers questioning faces. They just stared at her completely confused. Bree carried out four pieces of warm blueberry pie, with heaps of vanilla ice cream melting on top.
“So did Mr. Scavo cheat on you, or are you like hooking up with my mom?” Andrew asked in a matter of fact manner, before taking a huge bite of pie.
“Did all this happen this weekend? Are you going to live with us?” Danielle was growing concerned.
“I don’t know. Bree…will you come out of the kitchen and eat your pie, please. I need to talk to you,” Lynette put her head in her hands.
Bree had been hiding in the kitchen trying to force down her feelings, but she was essentially, effectively freaking out. She felt so out of her element and uncomfortable in from of her kids. She reentered the dining room haltingly.
“I have to say that Mrs. Scavo is definitely a huge improvement over that scumbag George,” Andrew told Bree.
“This is really weird,” Danielle was uncomfortable. “Mom, the pie was great. I’m going to bed now and try to process all of…this.”
“Yeah, me too,” Andrew said getting up from the table.
“Goodnight, kids,” Bree said as she tasted her pie.
Chapter 17
“God, Bree, I’m so sorry. These are not the circumstances that imagined. You are so sweet. You made me pie. It’s okay that I’m here, you’re not mad at me anymore are you?” Lynette had pie smudged on the corner of her mouth, and she looked like a lost little puppy.
“I’m not mad at you. I’m surprised that you said what you said to Tom,” Bree used her thumb to gently wipe away the pie filling from Lynette’s mouth.
Lynette yawned, “I’m so tired. I need to relax.”
“Yeah, Sweetie, it’s been a terribly long day. Let’s go upstairs,” Bree cleared the pie plates and placed them in the dishwasher. She and Lynette went upstairs to Bree’s bedroom.
“You know, I haven’t ever been in your bedroom. It feels so odd to be in here like this.”
“Let’s take a bath,” Bree whispered in Lynette’s ear, as shut the bedroom door. Bree crossed to the bathroom and began to run the water.
“Make sure the water’s hot,” Lynette warned her and smiled.
Bree undressed quickly and beckoned Lynette to do the same as they entered the bathroom. “I spent the entire flight home mentally preparing myself for life without knowing you,” Bree confessed quietly. She tested the water carefully, before she cautiously stepped into her tub. Bree unabashedly watched Lynette put her hair up before following her into the warm water. She sunk down, and held her knees to her chest, facing Bree.
“Tom told you he had an affair?” Bree asked biting her lip.
“I’m glad he told me. It made my decision that much easier,” Lynette sloshed water over her neck. “God, my marriage was a sham.”
“Lynette, I want to know you forever. I’m still reeling from the whole thing. I just want to be with you,” Bree spoke softy and quickly as it was very hard for her to voice her true emotions.
Lynette leaned forward and got on her knees. She sought out Bree’s velvety wet skin, and sunk onto her. Bree quivered when their bodies made contact. Lynette traced lazy circles on Bree’s collarbone. They rested together, feeling safe for the moment, but wondering individually about their future.
“I have to work in the morning,” Lynette said, inhaling deeply. She sat back, dislodging herself from Bree. They both shivered at the loss of contact, and from the water evaporating off of their bodies.
“Let’s go to sleep,” Bree grabbed two towels and handed one to Lynette. She wrapped the towel around herself and put her arm on Lynette’s shoulder as they walk to the bedroom. Bree turned and faced Lynette, “Gabby called. She knows about us.”
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Author: Exquisiteliltart
Title: Test The Water
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Marc Cherry.
Distribution: Wherever.
Word count: 1,742
Chapters: 14-17
Spoilers: No (set in season 2)
Chapter 14
“Calm down, Tom. I can’t talk to you unless you are calm,” the door slammed shut behind the babysitter. Lynette crossed the room and placed Penny in her high chair.
“So you and Bree-how long has this been going on for?” Tom focused on taking deep breaths, but his heart continued to race.
“There has always been an attraction between us,” Lynette said quietly.
“Always?” Tom raised his eyebrows in disbelief.
“We only acted on our feelings over the weekend,” Lynette knew this line of questioning was not good. She owed Tom quite an explanation, but she didn’t want him to dwell on the details.
“And when you say ‘acted’ you mean what exactly?” Tom asked, his anger growing stronger by the second, despite his Zen breathing techniques.
Lynette’s voice tinged in warning, “Tom, you really don’t want to know.”
Tom shook his head, trying to imagine the worst, but his brain wouldn’t let the images form in his mind. “What does she have on me? How can you be in love with her? It was one weekend!”
“Maybe we should talk later. Tomorrow, we can talk more tomorrow.”
Tom sat down at the table, “You’re breaking my heart here, Lynette. Do you remember what you told me you would do if I ever cheated on you?” Tom sighed in exasperation. “You would leave, and now you are really leaving….. so maybe I should confess.”
Lynette leaned against the counter for support, and stared at him blankly while he gathered his thoughts. She had run out of words.
“I slept with Annabelle. More than once,” Tom drew his lips together in a tight line. “I didn’t tell you because I was afraid, and because it’s over. I know I don’t love her; I love you.”
Fresh tears welled up in Lynette’s eyes. She turned around and grasped the counter, unable to face her husband. She gasped for breath, and tried to untangle the thousands of thoughts running in circles in her head. She turned abruptly without saying a word; she went upstairs to gather her things.
Chapter 15
Andrew and Danielle came in the back door at quarter to 11. Bree was sitting in the kitchen staring into a glass of wine.
“Mom, I’m glad you’re back, we’re starving. Could you make us some food?” Andrew asked.
“Sure, Honey. Would you like a sandwich or something sweet?” Bree easily slipped into her practiced mom-mode.
“Everything you make is good, so whatever,” Danielle shrugged, heading toward the stairs.
“Wait! We need to talk. Sit down please,” Bree crossed the kitchen and turned on the oven. She took a blueberry pie, which she had made, out of the freezer and sat it on top of the oven. “I’ll put that in to bake and in a little while we’ll have fresh pie.”
“What’s up, mom?” Andrew asked narrowing his eyebrows. He and Danielle both sat down at the table.
“At any moment, Lynette will be coming over here to spend the night. I think,” Bree said uneasily.
“Just Mrs. Scavo, or is she bringing her kids?” Danielle asked worriedly.
“Maybe the kids…” Bree got lost in her thoughts.
“Why does she need to come over here?” Andrew yelled obnoxiously.
“Um…actually, she may be staying here for an indefinite, but possibly lengthy amount of time. She something happened on our trip to Chicago,” Bree felt like she may pass out from the torture of having to explain this. She got up and put the pie in the oven.
“Is she going to be staying in my room? I am not sharing a room with her or you, or Andrew. And I am not sleeping on the couch,” Danielle voiced her opinion suddenly unconcerned with why Mrs. Scavo was coming over, but with how it would affect her.
“Yeah, no way,” Andrew agreed.
“She left her husband,” Bree said dejectedly.
“Left him where?” Andrew asked.
Chapter 16
Lynette knocked on the door. Bree moved quickly, glancing nervously at her kids before scurrying into the foyer to let her in.
“Bree, he cheated on me! He slept with that bitch Annabelle,” Lynette was screaming, she hobbled in, and fell into Bree’s arms. She hung on for dear life as Andrew and Danielle came in to watch.
“So that’s why she’s staying here. Mr. Scavo had an affair,” Danielle said amazed, taken aback at the sight of Lynette crying hysterically. Lynette buried her face in Bree’s neck and shouted, “I’m so glad I have you, Bree. I love you so much. Please don’t be upset with me for doing this.”
Andrew and Danielle exchanged looks and thought it seemed a little weird that Mrs. Scavo was professing her love to their mother. Bree’s back was turned to them, and Lynette hadn’t noticed them standing there.
“Shh,” Bree rocked her gently, trying to soothe her. “I love you, too.”
Lynette pulled herself away from Bree, she wiped her face with her sleeve, and looked into Bree’s eyes. She looked so concerned and compassionate that Lynette, overwhelmed with conflicting emotion, kissed her so hard, it took Bree’s breath away.
Andrew and Danielle were stunned. They assumed that having your husband cheat on you really messes with your head.
Bree pulled out of the embrace and chastised her, “Lynette! I’m supposed to be mad at you!” But she immediately dove back down and captured her lips with her own.
“I hope my husband never cheats on me,” Danielle remarked, watching the unfolding drama with the look she usually reserved for nuclear crises and train wrecks.
“I think that Mr. Scavo cheated on her, but she cheated on him with… mom…gross,” Andrew deduced.
Bree broke away from Lynette, and looked solemnly at her children, “Don’t worry about your rooms. Lynette is staying with me. Now go sit down and I’ll get the pie,” Bree turned on her heel and walked toward the kitchen. “Lynette, bring your bags in. Do you need me to do your laundry?”
Andrew crossed his arms and laughed, “Hey, if you get to have her over, are you cool with me having Justin spend the night?”
Lynette followed wearily dragging her bags, “Who is Justin?”
“If he gets Justin, then I get Matthew,” Danielle squealed.
“Absolutely not! Neither of you are having any… buddies over,” Bree spat out, “Andrew, help Lynette with her bags, please.”
After Andrew ran Lynette’s bags to the top of the stairs, they all sat down at the dining room table. While Bree worked in the kitchen, Lynette scanned the 2 teenagers questioning faces. They just stared at her completely confused. Bree carried out four pieces of warm blueberry pie, with heaps of vanilla ice cream melting on top.
“So did Mr. Scavo cheat on you, or are you like hooking up with my mom?” Andrew asked in a matter of fact manner, before taking a huge bite of pie.
“Did all this happen this weekend? Are you going to live with us?” Danielle was growing concerned.
“I don’t know. Bree…will you come out of the kitchen and eat your pie, please. I need to talk to you,” Lynette put her head in her hands.
Bree had been hiding in the kitchen trying to force down her feelings, but she was essentially, effectively freaking out. She felt so out of her element and uncomfortable in from of her kids. She reentered the dining room haltingly.
“I have to say that Mrs. Scavo is definitely a huge improvement over that scumbag George,” Andrew told Bree.
“This is really weird,” Danielle was uncomfortable. “Mom, the pie was great. I’m going to bed now and try to process all of…this.”
“Yeah, me too,” Andrew said getting up from the table.
“Goodnight, kids,” Bree said as she tasted her pie.
Chapter 17
“God, Bree, I’m so sorry. These are not the circumstances that imagined. You are so sweet. You made me pie. It’s okay that I’m here, you’re not mad at me anymore are you?” Lynette had pie smudged on the corner of her mouth, and she looked like a lost little puppy.
“I’m not mad at you. I’m surprised that you said what you said to Tom,” Bree used her thumb to gently wipe away the pie filling from Lynette’s mouth.
Lynette yawned, “I’m so tired. I need to relax.”
“Yeah, Sweetie, it’s been a terribly long day. Let’s go upstairs,” Bree cleared the pie plates and placed them in the dishwasher. She and Lynette went upstairs to Bree’s bedroom.
“You know, I haven’t ever been in your bedroom. It feels so odd to be in here like this.”
“Let’s take a bath,” Bree whispered in Lynette’s ear, as shut the bedroom door. Bree crossed to the bathroom and began to run the water.
“Make sure the water’s hot,” Lynette warned her and smiled.
Bree undressed quickly and beckoned Lynette to do the same as they entered the bathroom. “I spent the entire flight home mentally preparing myself for life without knowing you,” Bree confessed quietly. She tested the water carefully, before she cautiously stepped into her tub. Bree unabashedly watched Lynette put her hair up before following her into the warm water. She sunk down, and held her knees to her chest, facing Bree.
“Tom told you he had an affair?” Bree asked biting her lip.
“I’m glad he told me. It made my decision that much easier,” Lynette sloshed water over her neck. “God, my marriage was a sham.”
“Lynette, I want to know you forever. I’m still reeling from the whole thing. I just want to be with you,” Bree spoke softy and quickly as it was very hard for her to voice her true emotions.
Lynette leaned forward and got on her knees. She sought out Bree’s velvety wet skin, and sunk onto her. Bree quivered when their bodies made contact. Lynette traced lazy circles on Bree’s collarbone. They rested together, feeling safe for the moment, but wondering individually about their future.
“I have to work in the morning,” Lynette said, inhaling deeply. She sat back, dislodging herself from Bree. They both shivered at the loss of contact, and from the water evaporating off of their bodies.
“Let’s go to sleep,” Bree grabbed two towels and handed one to Lynette. She wrapped the towel around herself and put her arm on Lynette’s shoulder as they walk to the bedroom. Bree turned and faced Lynette, “Gabby called. She knows about us.”