Summary: Sequel to Happiest Ducks on Earth. The summer after freshman year of college the Ducks reunite in Orlando, this time hitting Universal Studios. But Orlando's summer heat leads to more than just rising tempatures. Tempers, nerves and well, other things are all heating up too. Can Aimee deal with Luis's seeming disinterst in their relationship? Can Portman deal with Julie's nerves about taking their relationship to the next level? Will Charlie ever find this mysterious girl he keeps seeing around the park? Will Connie and Guy ever even leave their hotel room? Is Julie really not going to plan ANYTHING for the whole week?
Author's Note: One of these days I'll write a fic that just stands on its own. I swear I will. But in my head I felt the need to check in on Aimee and Luis. Which of course lead to the inevitable sequel. I figured rather than repeat everything that went on in the first, (ie the trip to Disney World) I would send them to the more adult Universal theme park, making the tone of the whole story much more adult. I hope every one enjoys it!
Disclaimer: I don't own the Ducks, or Universal Orlando...I own Aimee, and her coworkers though. That's pretty killer. Chapter 1: Back in O-Town
Universal Heat Wave
Chapter 1: Back in O-Town
"Aimee," she laughed as Derek, one of the new guys at work came up behind her at the end of her day, while she removed her wig and let her thick auburn hair fall down around her shoulders. "I don't know why I keep doing this, but please, let me take you out tonight?"
"Sorry Derek," she shrugged. "I can't go out with you. Just like yesterday I have a boyfriend."
"I refuse to believe this," Derek said, "Because what man in his right mind would leave a woman like you on your own?"
"The kind of man who would risk life and limb to sneak into the cast members only section to bring her flowers!" She turned around and saw Luis standing there smiling at her.
"Luis!" She squealed and ran to him and kissed him. "What are you doing here?"
"I told you he existed!" One of the other girls rolled her eyes at Derek.
"It's good to see you too," Luis laughed.
"I just mean you're a week early," she explained, "of course I'm happy to see you. What happened to Duck week?"
"Who needs a week of chicken fights in Banks's pool when I could be with you?" He shrugged. "No one ever beats Julie and Portman anyway."
"Oh no," she said, raising her eyebrow, "Luis?"
"Aimee," he said, "don't freak out."
"They're here aren't they," she groaned.
"Yes," he said, "I know, this is supposed to be us time,"
"All of them?" She asked, "Or just like a few of them?"
"Why would there only be a few of them?" He asked.
"I don't know," she said, shaking her head, "like maybe just Julie and Portman and Connie and Guy came down or something."
"That would be stupid," Luis laughed, "What would Portman and Guy do while Connie and Julie were being all girly? They aren't even that good friends." Aimee looked at him. "Are you mad?"
"Are they staying with us?" She finally sighed. Last August a few of them had come down and she had ended up sharing her apartment with Julie, Connie, Guy and Connie and Guy's raging labidos.
"What?" He asked, "No! Are you crazy? Well, some of the guys are staying at my place to save money. But I'll just stay with you. Besides, they aren't even doing Disney this time. They're doing the Universal thing, so we probably won't even see them."
"Well," she said, "I do want to see them,"
"Yes, but I mean they won't be in our way," he explained, "We'll still see plenty of them."
"Perfect," she smiled and kissed him.
"So," Julie said, plopping on her bed in the Hard Rock Hotel. "Where do we want to go first?"
"I thought we could take it easy today," Portman said, sitting down next to her. He put his arm around her and kissed her. "You know, Universal is smaller than Disney, we don't have to do something every second."
"True," she smiled and kissed him, "We could go to the pool or something. Or maybe check out City Walk! That could be fun."
"Or we could just stay here," he smiled and kissed her putting his arms around her. He pushed her down onto the bed and started kissing her neck. He moved his hand up her shirt. He felt her body resist slightly. "This could be fun too."
"Portman," she whispered, "stop." He stopped and sat up.
"Julie," he said, "it's been over a year. I figured this trip, I mean, with the room and everything,"
"It seems like this is the only thing you ever talk about anymore," she sighed, "I mean the last few times we talked on the phone,"
"That's because we've been together over a year, and you still won't even consider having sex with me," he sighed, "I know I always said I wouldn't pressure you, but Jesus Jules, how much longer are you going to make me wait?"
"I told you that it would be this summer," she said, "I just don't know that it'll happen this week. I want it to be right, I don't want to force it."
"As long as it's us, it will be right," he kissed her.
"Let's just go to the park OK?" She said, "I read that the roller coasters are really good."
"Stop dodging the conversation," he shook his head. "Come on, all of our firsts were in Orlando."
"Why are you so obsessed with this?" She asked.
"Because it's been over a year and you still won't consider having sex with me!" He reiterated. "Julie, why are you still so afraid of this?"
"I'm not afraid," Julie said, he looked at her, not believing a word, "OK, so I'm a little afraid. Dean," He flinched, she only called him Dean when she was really serious or when she was teasing him, "What if it changes everything? I mean, we barely see each other, because well, we're at different colleges, and if we start having sex, does that mean that all we'll do when we see each other is have sex?"
"That's not going to happen," he shook his head, "We'll still be us, we'll just be us, with sex."
"Whatever," she said, standing up, "I'm going to go find Connie, we'll go shopping or something. I'll see you later." She walked out of the room.
"I bet Connie and Guy are having sex." He mumbled to himself.
Julie knocked on Connie and Guy's door. She was so fed up with this. For the past two months it had been the same thing, every time they talked. How much longer? This was the same guy who had promised her a year before that he wouldn't ever pressure her to do something she wasn't ready for. It wasn't that she didn't want to have sex with him, and yes when she had suggested that they share a room for this trip she had thought about it, but she hated that he expected it.
"Hi Julie," Connie sighed opening the door. "What's wrong?"
"What makes you assume something's wrong?" Julie said.
"Well," Connie said, "considering that before we met up in the lobby you hadn't seen Portman in like a month and now you're not with him, I figured that something must be wrong."
"Yeah" Julie said, "I figured we could do girl time."
"Um well," Connie said, "Guy's plane just got in, and he's coming here, and well,"
"Oh," Julie nodded, "Right, of course, I should have assumed," she sighed, "When did everything become about sex?"
"You two fought about it again?" Connie said.
"No you don't understand," Julie said, "We don't fight about it. He says he wants to, I say I don't, he whines that it's been a year, I say I don't want to, then we hang up, or one of us leaves."
"Why don't you want to do it?" Connie asked, "I mean, I don't get it."
"Of course you don't get it," Julie sighed, "I mean, you and Guy have been having sex since we were fifteen."
"Sixteen," Connie reminded her, "After my sweet sixteen party remember?"
"Right," Julie nodded, "whatever. I just, I mean, I love him, and I know I want it to be with him, but I just, I hate that he expects it."
"Well, you've been together for more than a year," Connie pointed out, "and it was your idea to stay in the same room this week. I mean, you could have just stayed with Aimee, then he wouldn't have expected anything."
"Connie," Julie shook her head,
"Sorry," Connie sighed, "I didn't mean to disturb the Blessed Julie Ever Virgin."
"I hate when you call me that," Julie glared at her.
"Well," Connie shrugged, "If the blue veil fits,"
"Shut up," she whacked her, "He did make a good point though,"
"What was that?" Connie asked.
"All of our firsts have been in Orlando," Julie shrugged, "First time he held my hand, Haunted Mansion, first dance, that night at Pleasure Island, when we all met Aimee, first kiss," she closed her eyes and remembered the first time he kissed her. It had seemed so totally cliché, that song from The Little Mermaid playing in the background, the way he had quietly held her before, "At MGM before Fantasmick, first date, Disney Quest, first time I said I love you, when we flew down last August to see Luis, something about this place, it's like magic."
"That is a good point," Connie nodded. "But if you're not ready, then you aren't ready, I however, am ready, and have not seen my boyfriend in weeks, so, if you could go,"
"Aright, well," Julie sighed, "Someone should have sex today," Connie laughed. "I'll go to the pool and read."
"We'll have girl time tomorrow," Connie promised, "Maybe Aimee can even come."
"Princess probably has work," Julie shrugged, "But we're meeting them for dinner so maybe."
"Julie's planner strikes again," Connie laughed, "Go talk to your boyfriend." She shut the door and Julie laughed. She wandered back to her room and used the key to unlock the door.
"Oh good," Portman said, "You're back."
"Yeah," she said, "Turns out, you're not the only person with sex on the brain."
"Julie," he sighed, "I don't want to be that guy,"
"Then don't be!" She said, "It's not that hard, I mean, you weren't that guy for the first year,"
"Yeah," he said, "I know. And I started the second year, well, not so well."
"And what's with that?" She asked, sitting down next to him, "I mean, it was always so easy, and now,"
"I want you," he kissed her softly, "There's very little else to it. And I will wait, but not forever," He cupped his hand against her face, she closed her eyes. "I love you."
"I love you too," she said quietly, "And it won't be forever. I promise."
"Fulton called while you were out," He smiled, "The guys are all going to Islands of Adventure, you want in?" She smiled.
"Yes," she laughed, "I would love that."
"Let's go!" He smiled standing up and pulling her off the bed. She giggled. "I'm sorry,"
"Forget it," she shrugged, "Let's go. Twenty bucks says someone pukes by the end of the day!"