Roswell Fanatics

Kate was trying to smile...but it wasn't easy. It wasn't really a discussion...more of a battle plan. The First Lady had explained it to her at considerable length...and allowed little opportunity for Kate's opinion. The objective was clear...to launch Trisha Anderson's career in politics.

'The Princess' wasn't even in the room yet, although Mrs. Anderson had been talking for fifty minutes. The short version was that the First Daughter was getting her own protective detail because she'd be going out a lot more...a whole lot more.

The plan was for Trisha, whose previous need for Secret Service protection had consisted mostly of getting her back and forth to the haughty private academy she attended in Bethesda along with the daughter's of most of the inside-the beltway elite, to start to get her face out in public. Her signature theme was going to be one of physical fitness, which Kate thought might get interesting since the girl and her friends were the quintessential couch potatos..

No don't misunderstand...Kate didn't actively dislike Trisha and in fact knew her largely by reputation. But it appeared that most of the Secret Service agents who DID know her didn't care much for the girl. Perhaps she wasn't ALL that bad as arrogant rich girls with a sense of entitlement went...but arrogant rich girls often went rather far in that direction...and having your daddy as President clearly didn't help.

"Ah...here's our darling now....," said the First Lady.

Trisha anderson entered the room. She was attractive..or would have been if she'd had a smile rather than the look of distaste that was so obvious on her face. The scowl continued....aimed mostly at her mother...as she turned the chair around and sat on it, leaning forward on the seatback. "Well...I'm here..."

"Darling...this is Miss Powers...she'll be in charge of the new Secret Service detail that Daddy is going to have guard you...," Katie couldn't help noticing the young 'lady's' expression of total disdain. She wasn't quite sure if it was aimed at her or the First Lady.

"I'm pleased to meet you, Trisha," Kate said, holding out her hand. It lingered there in space for long seconds....
"Whatever...'" said Trisha Anderson.


Janet Pemberton smiled as she saw the young couple drive up...it was the first time she'd seen them since the wedding.
"Well...Mr. and Mrs. Douglas...."

Joey smiled and gripped Andrew's hand tightly when she heard Jan....she still wasn't used to that name and it would be a long time before she could use it publicly.

"Well....just Andrew Douglas and Joey Guerin for the time being, Jan....at least in public."

"Well...does that mean you won't be interested in my surprise?"

"What surprise?"

"Well...We've decided to do a camp at the end of summer...not a day camp...but a two-week live-in camp in the old cabins for twelve girls whose parents want to get them in shape."

"You mean like a weight loss camp?"

"No...a real conditioning camp just to get in better shape. If you two would be the live-in counselors it would be a great chance for you to get in shape before your own speed and strength camp two weeks later..."

"I'm not just sure..." said Joey uncertainly...hoping Janet couldn't read her mind. But apparently it WAS that obvious, as Jan continued.

"Yeah...I'm sure you two are happy with the living arrangements you have right now...but hear me out.... or better yet, come look."

The counselor's cabin was a duplex...a small kitchenette and a bedroom on each side. But the interesting feature was the closet. At the back of the closet was a new door...that joined the two closets.

"You'd have to rein in the newlywed touchy-feely stuff in public, but once you went to your cabins....well...CABIN...I mean...that'd be up to you," said Jan, "...and it would really help us out. If it works out well these two weeks, we might make it full-time next summer. The pay would be better, and you'd have every opportunity to use all of the facilities here to really get in shape for next season."

Even before she'd finished Jan knew that she had them hooked. It had to be rough on them trying to be a couple in the same quarters they'd been children in. Jan had no doubt they'd work hard during the day...and that the night would be like a second honeymoon for them...happily longer than the weekend that they'd already had. They agreed quickly and got to work getting ready for the coming day campers.

Jan wouldn't remember about telling them about the special guest...or that they needed to fill out the Secret Service security paperwork ....until after they'd left for home...... Oh well, she'd decide. They had six weeks to do it.

They had come back to the house where she'd lived ever since she had been born, and it was only as she went in to what was once her room and was now their room that it really struck Joey just how completely her life had changed. The room was pastel blue and had been for years, but she remembered an earlier time when it had been pink.....her brother Mark had called it the Pepto Bismol Dismal room then, but her father had done it in one weekend, that and the bed that had the canopy over it...her Princess bed...she'd been in to Disney things at the time.

Michael's most recent handiwork was an upgrade to the adjacent bathroom, adding a second sink and upgrading it. The bathroom was in theory shared with the adjacent guest room...which was September to become the nursery, although since Mark and Karla had not only gotten engaged, but set the date for only three months ....apparently Joey's efforts in sending the bouquet in Karla's direction had borne fruit....and her brother would be staying at school this summer, and readying an apartment he and Karla were looking at for a September wedding of their own....it now seemed unlikely Mark would be using the bedroom much in the future.

In any event, the plan was to move enough of Andrew's clothes into the the guest room....No one really expected him to sleep there, but it would be a cover story in case those not in the know about the marriage happened by. Despite being married for most of a week, returning to the house where she had been a child with her new husband lent an air of unreality to the whole situation.

Drew and Joey had come from the school to the Guerin residence, and Michael had accompanied Andrew back to the Douglas residence to say hi to his folks, and to help gather some of the things that they would be transporting back for him to use the half of each week when the newlyweds would be staying at the Guerins.

Joey left the bedroom and went down to the kitchen to help her mother prepare the dinner...or to prepare it entirely if she could talk her mother in to allowing it. Maria was in the stage of her pregnancy where she was feeling quite fatigued, not helped much by the fact that it had been sixteen years since she'd last had the experience.

"How are you doing, Mom?" Joey asked. Her mother looked radiant...but more than a little tired.

"I'm just fine, darling. How are YOU doing?"

"Mom...I know that you and Daddy had to have some doubts about this...I'm rather amazed that even Drew was able to argue Daddy into this....I was so completely surprised that day...and so very happy."

"I think your new mother-in-law was the one that finally changed your dad's mind...telling him what you REALLY wanted. I think you chose well...not just Drew, but his family...they're really nice people, Joey."

"You're telling me...I think I'm the daughter they always wanted, they are SO nice to me..."

"That sounds fair...you're the daughter we always wanted as well...and were lucky enough to get. I have to admit that I've been worried about you for years...not really being willing to be close to anyone outside the immediate family...but I also have to admit, when you decided that young man was for you...I've never seen you more determined about anything...and he was just as stubborn about you, going to fight his parents and us simultaneously if that's what it took. You're still too damn young.....but then, so were we....and it worked out...and it's obvious how much you care for each other....everything is going OK, isn't it?"

"You have no idea...the sex on the honeymoon was a ten on a ten scale...."

"Too much information...," Maria said, putting her hands over her ears...

"..but it's improved a lot since then...probably a seventeen.."

"Joey!!!"

"But that's not the best part, Mom...the best part is waking up in the middle of the night...hearing his breathing beside you, knowing he's there and he's yours...and it'll be like that forever...."

Maria nodded her head, smiling at her daughter. "Yes...it is, isn't it?"



At the Douglas residence, Andrew was shuttling the last box of his things out to the car, when the Mercedes convertible driven by Jasmine Phillips braked to a halt behind Andrew and Joey's car. Jasmine was wearing what she had explained to other members of the Ice Princess Posse was her hunting uniform.....very short shorts, and a lycra tube top that looked to all the world as if it had been painted one molecule thick onto her nude body.

"Hi Andrew...I was looking for you.."

Andrew tried not to wince as she walked up to within inches of him, and put her hand on his.

"Uh...what can I do for you, Jasmine?" he asked, more than a little conscious of the fact that his father-in-law had just walked out the door and was observing the whole scene.

"Do for me? Oh no, Andrew, it's what I can do for you...You're going to be quarterback next year, and I'm going to be the lead cheerleader. It's a longstanding tradition that the quarterback and the lead cheerleader are ...close. I thought that since you are new at this...well, I could take you to the hot parties...introduce you to a few of the pretty people of West Roswell, rather than have you just hang with your fellow jocks.."

"Well, that's really too kind of you Jasmine, but ...you may have noticed, Joey and I are..."

"I know, the two of you have been an item, but jock girl has never really been in the social scene at West Roswell.."

"Well, neither have I, but that wasn't what I was trying to say, Joey and I are m...uh...engaged," he said, remembering that was the cover story they's agreed to. Joey was now wearing the engagement ring openly, putting on the wedding ring only when she was around only those in the know.

"Engaged...that's ridiculous. She's just a jock...and a Freshman...and ...and a nobody. I could be MUCH more engaging than she is," Jasmine said, leaning in to him provocatively.

Andrew felt the redness rise in his face, as he watched Michael watch him.

"I'm sorry Jasmine, but...I'm afraid I'm committed to Joey...and that's final."

"Well, we'll see about that," said Jasmine, getting back in her car and driving off.

Michael went down the concrete walk to where Andrew was standing. "And that was..?" he asked.

"That was Jasmine Phillips, reigning head of the Ice Princess Posse, Lead cheerleader-elect for next year, and girl most likely to..."

"Most likely to what?" Michael asked.

"Most likely to find herself duct taped to a fencepost somewhere if she ever tries something like that around Joey," Andrew said, looking eye-to-eye at Michael with a smile.

For the rest of the trip back to the Guerin's, Michael and Andrew took turns looking at one another out of the corner of their eye, and breaking out into laughter.

• Author's note.
  This posting may go slightly past 'teen' into mature teen territory. I don't do smut, but a couple of feedbackers on EOTWII suggested I 'experiment' with somewhat more graphic descriptions of certain things, so this is one such attempt.

Disclaimer: The teenagers in this scene are highly trained athletes, performing in a locked bedroom, in a relationship approved (if somewhat begrudgingly) by both sets of parents and certified by the State of New Mexico. You don't necessarily want to try this at home kids, unless such circumstances apply to you. Here goes.....

It was almost 2 AM, and Joey and Drew lay side by side on a sheet dampened by sweat and bodily fluids, not altogether sure what had just happened, but knowing in their endorphin soaked exhaustion that neither would ever really be the same again.

What had actually happened, was pretty simple really. For Drew, it had started with his watching the easy way that Michael and Maria had acted with Joey at supper, his sudden realization that these people had known her even before she'd been born, that there was such a unity there that he came to feel almost like an interloper. He came away more than somewhat intimidated by the fact that he was not only sleeping under the Guerin's roof, but sleeping with their daughter. It wasn't that he felt threatened by them or anything, but he knew he'd leaned on all four parents kind of hard to get them to finally concede and allow him and Joey to be married, and if anything, it sort of re-established the shyness that had for years been his pattern in dealing with people. But this only set up the situation.

As Joey readied herself for bed and brushed her teeth she looked at the overnight bag. She had taken her last birth control pill yesterday morning and would likely be spotting tomorrow. She'd felt the ....well, not uncertainty...but ...well, sometimes her family could be a little intimidating with all the stories they told about her and Mark's childhood...a childhood Drew hadn't been much of a part of. So before five days went by when they would pretty much only be cuddling one another, she wanted tonight to be a particularly close one. Unfortunately, she too had fallen into a habit, wearing her old comfy pajamas and not really understanding what was going on in Andrew's mind.

In bed when the lights were off, it wasn't as if Andrew was too shy to be interested when Joey slipped out of her flannel pajamas...he was shy, not dead. But somehow his thoughts were divided...divided between thoughts of Joey and the thoughts of the noises that the bedsprings made, the thoughts of her parents down in the master bedrooom, the thoughts that this was really Joey's world much more than it was his.

Even as he entered her..somehow his mind stayed divided. It wasn't bad sex...he probably wasn't capable of having bad sex with Joey, but it was almost a relief when they finished, knowing that he was done doing anything that Michael and Maria might not really approve of him doing...at least not under their roof.

As they lay side beside on the bed, the darkness broken only by the moonlight streaming from the window, Joey fought back her tears. Even without the connection forming, she had felt the unease that Andrew had experienced at dinner, but she had been surprised that had even carried over into their lovemaking. She knew thay should have talked about it...at least through the connection. But somehow that hadn't happened. She was as new at this as he was, it wasn't anything that either of them had really anticipated. But this time her cerebrum sided with her midbrain...they couldn't just leave it like this.

Andrew was surprised as Joey turned over and got to her knees...but more surprised as she straddled him and brought his hands to her breasts. They had just finished their lovemaking and he would not have thought either would be ready for another such session, but as he felt his body respond to her...felt her move her pelvis into aligment and lower herself...felt the warmth and wetness already present from their previous coupling as she started to ensheath him...felt himself start to grow inside her...he found he was wrong.

The thoughts came through his mind then...*I love you Drew...and I always will* and only then did he start to realize what a fool he'd been. The connection deepened....even as she forced his body deeper within her with her movements.....and it seemed almost like their minds were becoming one. She was his family now...Joey and the children she would one day bear him...and he was hers. While she would always love her parents...as he would love his, her family now was him, and he'd been foolish to feel that he was an outsider. 'Her mind and her body would always be his...just as his would be hers...' That was his last coherent thought before their minds seem to meld together as the connection seemed to take command of them both.

His body was less ready than hers for the second coupling, and his/her mind slowed her movements, waiting for his body to catch up, and was caught by surprise as the readiness became almost immediate, and her/his mind slowed his body's own efforts as it sought to synchronize their efforts. Time seemed to stand still as his/her body strained to match the joining of their minds. It has been said that 85% of sex was mental, and his/her body strove desperately to couple as the minds themselves were coupling every cell seeming to scream for nearness to it's mate. They lingered at the pinnacle of that coupling for long seconds...seconds that seemed like an eternity to her/his mind, before the explosion came and they tumbled headlong into a mental affirmation of their oneness that in the physical world also triggered their consumation.

He/she felt the spasms of his pleasure in his body immediately triggering the spasms in hers. His body instinctively gasped as the sensations rolled through and her head went backwards as her pelvis sought an even deeper union, as the air escaped from her lungs in a sudden gasp of delight that threatened to turn itself into a scream. The ripples rolled over them for long minutes as their bodies seemed to sieze in a rapture of wanting and giving and taking and savoring and finally...as the endophins washed through their bodies...they both descended into a sated collapse as she fell onto his chest...small sobs of joy shaking her to her core...even as she somehow continued to hold him within her as his shaking hands stroked her back from nape to hips, not yet trusting himself to speak. But even so, his mind told her in the connection *I'll love you always, Joey...always and forever*


He hadn't been asleep...not really, but even if he had been, the noise from the bedroom upstairs would have probably awakened him. He sat up suddenly and Maria ....who had known that he was still awake and uneasy about something, asked him quickly... "Michael, what is it..?"

"I heard something up in Joey's room...I think she's having a nightmare,...I'm just going to check on her."

The hand reached out in the darkness, snagging the waistband of his boxers and holding him one step from the bed...

"I DON'T think she was having a nightmare, Michael,...and even if she was...I'm sure Drew can find some way to comfort her..."

"But...," Michael started...then sat down on the bed, knowing she was right. "I guess I just can't get over the fact that my little girl doesn't need me anymore..."

Maria smiled as she drew him to her, burying his face in her breasts that had already started to fill out with the pregnancy and holding him close to her as she worked her fingers through his hair. "But I need you, Spaceboy...and I need you now...."

The swelling in her abdomen was already enough that their usual coupling would have been uncomfortable for her he knew....but this was the third pregnancy, and although it had been 16 years since the last time they'd used this particular position, they both remembered the moves. 85% of sex is mental, and any man will tell you that there is no woman as sensual as one carrying your child. The connection formed almost at once...as it had so many times during their life together. And as it did, the Spaceboy returned to the only home he'd ever really had...a home far more important to him than any far-off planet. She did need him....as much, perhaps, as he needed her. He wondered about the child within her...was this her way of coping with her other two children growing up? Or was it for him... Apparently he was thinking the question too loud, because she read it through the connection...even without words.

*Because I enjoy being a mother as much as you enjoy being a father...because the child is a part of you....Michael, we haven't lost Joey and we won't lose Mark...we're just gaining Andrew and Karla. Besides...by the time Michael Junior is ready to move out of the house, we'll probably have grandkids. But you'll always have me, Michael...always and forever*

Forty-five minutes later there were two women in the house cuddled up beside their man. Men who knew they had gotten lucky...not just tonight, but lucky for their entire lives...luckier than they deserved, luckier than they ever had any right to expect.... and after that night, it wouldn't ever really bother Michael that he was no longer the most important man in Joey's life, nor would Andrew ever have any doubt that wherever Joey was...he was also at home.