Session 𝓢eventy-Five

Session 75:
"The Emergency Meeting"

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"You should've let me slap her," I said, getting settled on the soft couch.

We had officially taken off, the plane at a cruising altitude now.

Monroe made sure to withdraw the winnings from the account she had with the club.

I think she could request it in check or cash form, but opted for a wire transfer instead.

She seemed to know the whole process like the back of her hand—then again, she probably used to go there often.

Especially since she has an account with them.

I'm just happy that we finally made it out of New York.

The drive was a little long to the tarmac, and I felt anxious during our takeoff, wondering if we would be stopped.

But we made it out.

It was a little after four when we took off, so in Seattle time it should be around seven when we land, given the three-hour difference. 

I'm honestly not rushing this six-hour flight, though.

I'll probably be ready to sleep once we make it back anyway, since I'm still on New York time.

"I should've let you do more than slap her," Monroe said as I laid my head in her lap, staring up at her beautiful face above me.

I faked a frown, "But you pulled me away, baby."

Monroe's stare diverted to my lips, smiling slightly at my pout.

"It was for your best interest, darling," she murmured, reaching her hand up to softly graze her thumb across my bottom lip that I poked out. "God only knows what they would've done in retaliation."

I hummed blankly, "I was down with finding out," I emphasized, making her lazily raise her brows.

"I wasn't," Monroe said, trailing her hand down past my lips and chin.

I let out a dramatic sigh as she traced her fingertips down my throat, purposely keeping the frown on my lips.

I was decently irritated that I didn't get one hit in.

"My beautiful girl," Monroe softly whispered, tracing her fingertips down my stomach covered by the blazer I still wore, "Are you truly mad over this, darling?"

I shrugged, "Not really, I guess," I admitted, knowing part of me was faking, "But it would've felt really nice doing something, physically."

Monroe hummed, "You think it would've felt nice," she said, toying with one of the buttons on my blazer. "But I know you, Liberty. And I know you would've felt terrible afterwards, whether she's a corrupt person or not."

I pursed my lips, "But what if I had felt better?" I whispered, furrowing my brows as I stared so deeply into her eyes.

"You wouldn't have because you're not them, Liberty," she didn't hesitate to say, staring down at me, "You feel empathy even for the worst kinds of people. That's your power, and I never want you to lose that."

I unconsciously glanced away from her, "But what if..." I trailed off, letting out a heavy sigh, "What if I'm not sure I would've felt bad?"

"Your closest friend physically hurt you and you chose to forgive her, darling," Monroe softly whispered, making my stare immediately meet hers again, "You would've felt bad."

I remained silent for a moment, thinking briefly about Kaia and wondering what she's been up to.

It feels like I've been caught up with so much that I never gave her a second thought.

I also have her blocked too.

She left me alone once she really knew I was standing firm on my boundaries.

I hope she's doing better.

She can't get into any clubs, so I'm hoping that helped more than it hurt.

I should check up—

No.

That would only make it harder for her and me.

We shouldn't be friends.

We're not a good combination.

Kaia also hates Monroe, and the feeling is mutual on Monroe's end.

Possibly worse.

Monroe doesn't just hate someone when they cross a line.

It feels like they're outcasted in their very own life.

They can never live normally again.

"Thank you," I suddenly said, snapping away from my thoughts, "For pulling me back before I could do anything," I clarified.

Monroe hummed softly, trailing her hand down to my thighs. "I always have your best intentions at heart," she said, her voice so soft and her eyes staring down into mine, "I've made the best decisions for you, darling, and I'll always continue to do so."

I nodded once at her comforting words. "You do make the best decisions for me," I whispered, a smile growing on my lips. "I remember when I was nervous about giving you all the control," I said, remembering her office and those contracts.

Monroe said she would handle everything for me, and it terrified and relieved me at the same time.

Now I'm just relieved.

It's nice just to relinquish everything and relax.

I'm basically living on autopilot now.

"It's much better this way," Monroe softly murmured, caressing the top of my thigh, "You're happier."

"I'm so much happier," I whispered, my smile growing wider.

Monroe's soft lips twitched up as she stared down at me, her hand subtly slipping between my thighs covered in thigh-high stockings.

"Ro," I immediately said, briefly glancing around the empty main area of the plane.

"Shhh," was all she said, trailing her fingers higher up.

I shook my head, "Someone will see," I whispered as quietly as I could, reaching for her hand. "Or hear."

Monroe only grabbed my hand with her other, pinning it down by my side.

"Be quiet for mommy," she murmured so softly as I squirmed underneath her. "I want to play with you for a little while."

I unconsciously glanced around again for anyone in sight, "Monroe—"

"Do I need to gag you, Liberty?" she cut me short, her hand buried under my skirt and toying with the seamless underwear I wore.

"Let's go to the bathroom," I offered in a soft whisper, even if she had already slipped her fingers past my underwear, taking what she pleased.

"What did mommy say, Liberty?" she asked me, pressing her hand against my warmth.

My face burned as I stared up at her, my legs tense and my breathing unsteady.

"To be quiet," I said, my voice lowered between us.

She hummed in response, "Good girl," she praised, tracing two of her fingers up my slit, "Be still for me as well. No moving."

I let out a breathless sigh, "Okay," I whispered as she began rubbing my clit.

I had to purse my lips into a tight line, breathing heavier and deeper to control my moans and whimpers.

"My sweet girl," Monroe softly whispered, her fingertips rubbing and playing with my clit as I remained stiffly still underneath her.

I drew in a sharp breath when she slid one of her fingers past my entrance, squeezing my eyes shut as she moved around inside of me.

"You feel perfect for me, darling," she sighed contentedly, curling into my spot.

I unconsciously arched away from her lap, turning my head and burying my face against her stomach.

"Monroe," I weakly forced out.

"You're doing so good, Liberty. I know it's a lot," her voice echoed in my ears as I squeezed my legs, trying to remain still for her.

Then she began pressing into my spot repeatedly, curling and uncurling.

"Stop-stop, I'm going to make a sound," I rushed out, squeezing my thighs shut with deep desperate breaths.

I knew yellow was the real word to say if I wanted it to stop, yet I couldn't bring myself to say it. 

It feels so fucking good. 

And Monroe only kept going—sliding a second finger in almost out of retaliation.

I still didn't move under her, no matter how hard it felt to be silent any longer.

"Open your pretty thighs, darling," I heard her soft voice as I panted for air.

I rapidly shook my head against her stomach, "I'll... make a sound," I tried my best to explain.

She only quickened her pace, now pressing her thumb against my clit.

It was a pressure that made my body jerk.

I spread my legs wide apart before I could think it through, giving in to her commands entirely.

"Good girl," she praised my actions, "That wasn't so hard, darling."

I couldn't help the whimper that vibrated in my throat, my legs trembling to stay open as she slowed her pace down.

She was buried so deep inside of me, pressing against my spot, and rubbing her thumb against my clit.

My face burned up, especially at the idea of a flight attendant walking in on this.

But all I could do was sit still and take it for her.

Sure, it was hard to be quiet, but I also struggled to be still, especially for minutes on end.

Monroe played with me as she usually would, but it felt so much longer this time.

Especially with her keeping me at the edge of my approaching orgasm just as I would reach it.

I grew frustrated.

And really wet.

I could feel it, and it was so fucking uncomfortable.

I gasped for air, burying my face deeper against her stomach once I finally hit my orgasm.

My entire body tensed up, pulsing around her fingers as I fought my moans.

"I know, sweetheart. It's overwhelming," I heard Monroe say, curling even deeper against my spot.

A few whimpers slipped from my lips at her words, digging my nails into the palm of my hands as I hit the peak of my orgasm.

That's when I truly stopped caring.

I moaned over and over again, rocking my hips against her fingers as I basked in the warm feeling.

"There you go, Liberty," she encouraged, making me moan desperately, "Let it out for me."

I let out a series of deeper breaths, squeezing my eyes shut as I came down from my intense orgasm.

My body slowly relaxed, especially as Monroe reached her free hand up to caress the back of my head.

I shakily exhaled as she carefully slid out of me, slipping her hand out of my underwear.

I squeezed my thighs shut, turning on my side and silently curling up against her.

I didn't say anything.

I physically couldn't right now.

I just let her continue caressing my head with her other hand, soothing me as I came down from the high I was on.

We sat there silently for minutes on end, our breaths soft and the air calmly silent. 

Soon, I decided to get up and go to the bathroom.

I felt so wet and uncomfortable, so it was nice to finally use the restroom and wipe it away.

Monroe also washed her hands and grabbed more comfortable clothes from our carry-on bag that we could change into. 

I pulled on one of her quarter-zip Polo sweatshirts with a pair of leggings and a pair of slippers, while Monroe only changed out of her heels to wear loafers instead. 

Otherwise, she wore her blouse and dress pants. 

I also pulled her hair up into a ponytail for her, combing through her bangs so they lay neatly.

Then we got settled on the couch, getting comfortable beside each other. 

My inner hips did feel a little sore, but I didn't mind it since I just laid down the rest of the flight.

The soreness wasn't as bad once we landed, and the flight attendant acted normally.

I still think she heard me or possibly Monroe talking me through it.

There's no way she didn't—the pilot probably fucking heard. 

I tried to brush my thoughts off, and being in rainy Seattle again helped more than I could've imagined.

With the time difference, it was a little past seven when we landed, the sky dark and rain coming down in a drizzle.

The air was cold, and everything was just as I liked it.

"Why don't we stop for dinner, darling?" Monroe asked as the SUV we sat in slowly rolled forward, pulling away from the plane we had gotten off of minutes ago.

"That sounds good," I murmured, glancing over to her, "Maybe burgers? How about Wendy's or In & Out?"

Monroe tilted her head in thought, "In & Out," she determined.

"But we have to do the drive-thru since we can't be seen," I suddenly remembered, knowing we couldn't be seen together in public.

"When do you plan to tell your mother, darling?" Monroe curiously asked me, reaching for my hand to hold in hers.

"Soon," I said, even if I wasn't sure what soon entailed.

Now just doesn't feel like a good time, especially with her planning for re-election.

Sure, Monroe is a Leclair, but I'm sure my mother will think of so many other aspects.

Even if it was erased from this planet, my mother will remember Monroe as my therapist.

She'll probably hate the age gap between us, too.

"Okay," Monroe said, snapping me from my thoughts, "Soon," she agreed on the term, leaning over and softly kissing my cheek.

It made me feel bad.

Soon wasn't actually soon.

"Why don't we still go inside and act appropriately?" she offered the idea, placing another soft kiss to my cheek, "We won't draw attention to ourselves."

I pursed my lips, "But what if someone decides to take a picture or something?"

"I highly doubt they will if we keep a low profile, darling," Monroe said, gently squeezing my hand in hers. "It'll be nice. I always enjoy being out with you."

I smiled slightly, feeling guilty for disliking the public idea.

It's just my mother.

And I still have the situation with Sarai and Zion. 

"Come on, sweetheart," Monroe said, pulling me away from my thoughts, "I'm sure it won't be overly packed at eight."

I remained silent for a moment, staring into her eyes as I contemplated the idea.

But I could tell she really wanted this.

She likes being out in public with me.

Even in New York, she found a way for us to have dinner in the city.

I don't want to tell her no.

"Okay," I suddenly whispered, blinking a few times.

Monroe hummed in approval, leaning over again, but this time to kiss my lips.

I softly kissed her back before we naturally pulled away, allowing me to look out of the tinted window again as she told the driver our freshly made dinner plans.

I genuinely missed Seattle more than I realized.

All I could do was stare out of the window at the illuminated city, relaxing contentedly in my seat as Monroe rested her hand on my thigh.

The drive to In & Out wasn't that long, luckily, given I was hungrier than I realized.

I couldn't wait to bite into a burger.

Monroe was also right about it being empty, too, given that only a few different groups of people were sitting at the tables.

No one even looked at us when we walked in, and Monroe kept a small gap between us, remaining completely appropriate.

We ordered our food, and I went off to fill our drinks while Monroe got everything settled at one of the empty tables.

I honestly felt happy that we could do this. 

There's something so simplistic in being able to be with each other in public.

"Our waters," I murmured, setting the two water cups down on the table.

Then I grabbed the cup tucked into my arm.

"And since you said you haven't had root beer," I added, holding the cup up with a small smile.

Once Monroe said that at the register, I knew I had to get her to try it.

Her lips twitched up, "Perfect, darling," she said as I naturally glanced over when new people walked into the restaurant.

I did a double-take, considering the idea that I was hallucinating.

My heart sped up in my chest, my eyes widening.

"Liberty," I heard her voice echo around me when the cup slipped from my hands.

I quickly tried to catch it, but the soda had already spilled all over the table.

"Libs?"

Fuck.

I let out a deep sigh, briefly meeting Monroe's blue eyes.

She had stood up from the table, a confused look on her face.

I reluctantly glanced over to Zion and Sarai approaching us, the biggest pit forming in my stomach.

Great.

"Hey guys," I said, trying to force my best smile.

Meanwhile, Zion was grinning, "You're back from New York," he said, pulling me into the biggest hug.

Sarai looked awkward, and we both knew why.

"Yeah, finally back," I murmured as Sarai hugged me next.

I didn't want to say I just landed, and then here I am with Monroe.

Zion would put two and two together.

I'm not sure if now is a good time to tell him.

I still have to tell Monroe about Sarai knowing.

I also don't know if Monroe will be okay with them knowing.

I think she would, but I would rather ask her first.

"Hopefully, you had fun," Sarai said as we pulled back from the brief hug.

I nodded a few times, noticing their attention shift past me.

To Monroe.

"Hey," Zion didn't hesitate to address Monroe, smiling just as wide, "You're—"

"Dr. Leclair," I unconsciously cut him short, and I could feel Monroe's stare shift to me. "Yes, I needed an emergency meeting."

My entire face burned at my words, unsure if I was handling this all well.

"Yes," was all Monroe said, making my attention divert to her.

She was neutral.

No smile or even the confused look she had prior.

Just expressionless, her hands calmly clasped in front of her.

"I'm happy she could come last minute," I whispered, a pit weighing down my stomach in the worst way.

"It's also really nice that you have support," Sarai quickly added, going along with what we were saying.

I quickly nodded, "Yes, and you know I love to eat, so," I murmured, unconsciously shifting my weight onto my other leg.

"Oh, we do," Zion said, nudging my arm and forcing my tight smile to widen.

"Babe, we should probably uh give them some privacy," Sarai whispered, gently grabbing Zion's arm.

"Right-right," Zion didn't hesitate to say, "We'll see you tomorrow, Libs."

Sarai nodded, "And it was nice seeing you again... Dr. Leclair," she awkwardly added, backing away from us with Zion following along toward the register.

A heavy silence burned around me and Monroe, standing there for a few seconds on end.

Neither of us moved a single inch. 

Even our breaths were measured and careful. 

Until I finally made the first move, grabbing the napkins to clean up the mess I had made with the soda.

"Maybe we should take the food to go?" I offered as casually as I could.

Monroe only nodded, grabbing the tray of food as I finished wiping up more of the mess.

Neither of us said anything else.

We just gathered our food and headed out of the restaurant.

I briefly waved Zion and Sarai goodbye, following Monroe out into the cold night air.

The silence was worse once we were seated in the car—the bags of food in the backseat with us as we got settled.

For the first time in a while... it felt like she was mad at me.

It was the tension in the air, how she firmly closed her door or gripped her seatbelt, that she buckled.

I didn't know what to say—if I should say anything.

The entire car ride, I stared ahead, briefly glancing at Monroe every few minutes, but she gave me nothing to go on.

Just silence.

By the time we made it to her house, I felt like I was going insane trying to figure her out.

Or even figuring out myself, wondering what I should say to her.

"Are you mad at me?" I suddenly blurted as I set the food down on the counter, facing Monroe as she calmly closed the garage door.

"I'm not happy with your actions, Liberty," was all she said, rolling our suitcases further into the house.

"I wasn't sure if you wanted anyone to know," I whispered, fiddling with my hands.

Monroe tilted her head, clearly offended by my assumption.

"The closest person to me knows. You met my family, Liberty," Monroe pointed out, shaking her head.

I nodded a few times, "I know," I breathed out, deeply contemplating my next words.

Now is the perfect time to tell her.

I think.

"Technically," I suddenly spoke, blinking a few times, "Sarai knows, she uh was just pretending not to."

Monroe was silent.

For a long moment.

So long that it made me glance over to her, processing the expression on her face.

She's processing.

"Why was she pretending, Liberty?" Monroe asked me, taking a step closer to me.

"Because I told her to," I whispered. "It was before New York, and I wasn't sure if anyone was allowed to know, so I uh," I paused, hearing how terrible this sounded.

"So you lied?" Monroe finished my sentence.

I let out a deep sigh.

Then I nodded once.

"And now Sarai thinks I'm ashamed of you. That I want to hide you," Monroe determined, calmly pushing her sleeves up to her elbows one by one.

"No, she doesn't think that," I quickly said.

"Have you told her otherwise, Liberty?" Monroe asked.

I remained painfully silent, staring down at the floor.

"We're free to go out in public. Everything has been handled," Monroe calmly explained, her voice lowered between us, "I introduced you to my lifelong friend. I try my best to show you off as best as I can in public."

I nodded a few times, annoying tears burning in my eyes.

I don't even know why I'm crying. 

"You're the only one here who needs more time," Monroe said, meeting my stare again with nothing but disappointment. "Perhaps you should voice that to your friends, Liberty," she added as I tried to blink my heavy tears away. 

This hurt me because I didn't want to do it like this.

I never wanted their introductions to happen like that. 

I just thought...

"I thought you were going to kill them," I suddenly forced out, my words weak and tears slipping from my eyes, "That's why I didn't want Sarai to tell Zion."

Monroe didn't react.

She was neutral for a moment.

And then she glanced away from me entirely, almost like she couldn't look at me.

"I would never hurt them, Liberty?" Monroe whispered with furrowed brows. "Maricel was necessary. It was you or her—"

"I know-I know, but I didn't know that before the trip, Monroe, and then so much was going on in New York," I unconsciously cut her short, hating that I read this all wrong, "I didn't want you to remove them. I'm sorry I lied to you," I whispered weakly.

"I don't care about the lie, Liberty," Monroe sighed as she met my stare again, taking a few steps closer to me, "I care that this is my first impression with the people closest to you. I care that I had to stand there and pretend to be your therapist when I—"

She paused, her blue eyes widening as she drew in the deepest breath.

I wiped away some of my annoying tears, patiently waiting for her to finish her sentence.

But Monroe looked stunted, visibly so stiff that she looked like a statue.

"Let's table this conversation," she suddenly whispered, taking a large step back from me.

I furrowed my brows at her words. "I'm really sorry for messing up your impression with them," I said, hating that we were leaving the conversation like this.

"It's okay, Liberty," Monroe said, even if she couldn't meet my stare once.

She looked neutral, but her words felt so heavy. 

She's hurt by this, and that really upset me.

"I need to handle a work call. I'll be upstairs later on," she calmly said, too calmly for my liking. 

I didn't have a chance to say anything else.

She walked away from me before I could add anything else, reaching for her phone in her pocket as she headed towards the back patio.

I let out a deep sigh when she stepped outside the house, leaving me with the cold In & Out food and our suitcases.

I felt bad for how I handled everything.

Monroe really wanted to make a good impression, and I forced her to lie to them about being my therapist.

I totally fucked this up.

Now I'm not sure how to fix this. 

I know I need to talk to Zion and Sarai tomorrow. 

Maybe I could surprise Monroe and try to do something nice for her.

She already had to deal with enough in New York, the last thing I want is for her to deal with more chaos here. 

I'll have to figure something out for her. 

I'm determined to make this all better again.