THE FINAL CHAPTER IS FINALLY HERE!
I'm so sorry I kept you all waiting for so long. I had a few issues I needed to take care of. Like school, marching, getting grounded from the comp, and other shit like that. We had our Homecoming dance last night. That was a blast. And I just got five packs of silly bands! God i love those things!
Oh, and this chapter has some mature content in it. It's not suitable for children under the age of 12. Dunno why I'm posting this warning, but I just felt the need to.
Disclaimer: I do not own Ghostbusters. I only own Makenna.
Makenna sighed happily as they finally made it back to the Headquarters. They found that it wasn't too terriby destroyed, and could be repaired maybe in a day or two. The bedroom is unharmed, thank God, she thought while walking around it. After I take a shower and remove the stickiness from my hair, I'm gonna take a nap. And she knew that the boys were inclined to agree with her.
Since her apartment was destroyed, Dana had to stay with them, which she had no objection to. She was perfectly content with staying with Peter, and she would have someone to talk to her most hours of the day. But of course, she would have to leave to go to her rehersals with the major symphony orchestra she was a part of.
"I call first dibs on the shower!" Peter shouted and raced to the bathroom. The others mumbled a short "Dammit." but went to wait for their turn. They were all sitting in Peter's office reminiscing about the past few hours' events.
Makenna was paying half attention. She was resting her head on Ray's shoulder, her hand entwined with his, humming her song. Her thumb absentmindedly rubbed his hand as she continued to think of the gentle and soft tune. Ray gazed at her lovingly out of the corner of his eye. He thought that her humming was beautiful, and didn't doubt for a moment that her singing was just as nice. He didn't know. He'd never heard her sing before. But it would be amazing when he did. He just knew that.
Finally, Peter emerged into his office, hair wet and slicked back, clad in a shirt and sweat pants and a towel around his neck. He plopped down next to Dana and planted a kiss on her forehead. "Who's next?" he asked.
"I'll go." Ray said, reluctantly getting up from his seat. Makenna mock pouted, giving him her pleading, puppy dog eyes. Peter rolled his own eyes at the couple, turning his attention to Dana, who had scooted close to him. Makenna watched him leave, feeing nothing but happiness that she found someone to love.
"Makenna, I need to say something." Peter said suddenly. Makenna turned to her older brother, waiting for him to say what he wanted to say. "I have no objections to you and Ray being together, but I must bring up that there are such things called condoms, and they..."
"Peter!" she squealed, feeling her face flush bright red. She hoped that Ray hadn't heard. She listened for any stirring from upstairs before turning to glare at her brother.
"We just started going out. I highly doubt Ray believes in having sex on the first day of the relationship." she was appalled that he even considered it. Egon tugged at his collar, obviously uncomfortable with how the conversation had gone. First they start talking about the extraordinary event that had just occured, and now they were talking about condoms and Makenna's possible soon-to-be sex life. He figured he'd feel better if he left, but didn't want to seem rude. So he attempted to tune the two out, like Winston and Dana were now doing. "And even if he did, I'm very sure he knows how to use protection. We get taught these things when puberty sets in, remember?"
"Yeah, I know." Peter waved it off. "All I'm saying is, be careful. I don't want you to get pregnant sooner than you need to be."
"I know, Pete." she agreed. She leaned back in her seat and supported her head with her hands behind it. She closed her eyes and breathed out a sigh. "Besides, I'm lightly menstruating right now anyways."
"'Atta girl," he smiled, brushing a lock of Dana's hair away from her face. That signaled to the others that their akward conversation was over. They began talking about plans for the night. Peter wanted to go to a bar and party, and he was dead set on dragging Egon with him whether he liked it or not. Makenna expressed her sympathy for Egon, and suggested that he take Janine with them. The secretary needed a break from all the calls, and it was very likely that they weren't going to get any more calls in a long while, now that Gozer was defeated. Egon agreed reluctantly, to which Makenna saw Janine pump a fist silently in the air at her desk outside Peter's office. The younger Venkman pointed out that Egon could drive everyone home if they got too drunk, which seemed to lighten Egons mood a little. Winston agreed to go with them after a few minutes, and Dana shrugged and said "Why not?"
"What about you, 'Kenna? You comin'?" Peter asked her.
"Nah," she declined. "After I get a shower, I'm going to bed. I'm beat."
"Suit yourself." Peter shrugged just as Ray came into the room, wearing a similar outfit to Peter's: a New York Giants jersey and sweat pants, hair slicked back, and a towel around his neck. On his way back to his seat, he flipped the radio on. The sound of Michael Jackson's "Thriller" filled the room. Makenna began grooving in her seat, silently singing along as Dana got up to go take a shower.
"Cause this is Thriller, Thriller night." Makenna mouthed, pretending Michael Jackson's voice was her own. "And no one's gonna save you from the beast about to strike." Peter, Winston, and Ray were laughing at her imitation. Egon smiled at her, his head slightly bobbing along with the beat.
About two hours later, Egon walked back into the office in a long-sleeved shirt and khaki pants. Almost everyone had gotten their shower There was only one person left who had to take one.
"Finally!" Makenna's hand shot up instantly, banging against the wall by accident. After a squeal of pain and the drop of the F-Bomb (to which Peter sarcastically commented "Hey, watch that language of yours, missy!"), Makenna practically skipped out of the office. She had to hold back giggling like a young school-girl. At least until she got upstairs. She went up the flights two at a time, grinning from ear to ear. That's when she started skipping down the hallway to the bedroom, careful to go around the hole that was caused from the containment unit shutting down. Luckily there was enough space that she could side-step it without falling through. She made it to the bedroom and began pulling out her freesia-scented shampoo and her strawberry-scented body wash. She didn't bother with getting a pad and some underwear or anything, because her period was pretty much over (they were usually short), and even if she wasn't quite done, she could always clean it up off the floor. It wasn't that hard to do.
She gathered up her shower stuff and skipped to the bathroom, kicking off her workboots as she went. She grasped them by the laces and approached the firepole, where she dropped them and watched them fall to the first floor. They landed with a loud THUD, and she could hear Peter shout "What the hell?"
She laughed loudly and ran the rest of the way to the bathroom, closing the door behind her. She felt really hyper at the moment, and she didn't know why. It continued as she set her stuff near the shower and quickly stripped herself of her clothes. But she finally calmed down as she stepped into the warm and inviting bath water. She sighed contently as it hit her naked body, cascading over her shoulders and relaxing her muscles as she breathed in the steam. She took five minutes to enjoy the hot water, and then set to work getting the sticky marshmallow out of her hair and off her skin. It took a while, but she finally succeded in getting her hair marshmallow-free. As she began cleaning her body, she thought about her life now. She had a good paying job, her brother to talk to, great friends, and now a loving boyfriend. Life just couldn't get better.
But she started thinking about one particular night, back during the time when they had tons of calls coming in. She remembered waking up to the sould of someone muttering. She looked over to her left and saw that Ray was doing the muttering, tossing and turning in his sleep. And what was really curious was that there seemed to be a bulge growing in his pants. She had to refrain from giggling, because she figured out that he was having an erotic dream about someone.. But what shocked her was something that he muttered. He had said her name. She hadn't thought about it until now, but suddenly it all came rushing to her.
The truth hit her like a sack of bricks.
He, Ray Stantz, had had a dirty dream about her.
No wonder he had acted so strange that morning. He was afraid she was going to find out, and he was trying hard not to look at her body. It all seemed so simple now. And now that she thought about it, the more curiosity got to her. She began wondering what her dream self was doing to him in it. It must've been something that aroused him greatly, because how else would've he gotten that bulge?
Her thinking was interrupted as the water began turning cold. She had used up the rest of the hot water. It was time to get out.
She shut the water off and squeezed all the excess out of her long, wet, curly tresses. She slid back the shower curtain and stepped out, grabbing a towel. She wrapped it around her body and secured it under her arm. Looking into the fogged up mirror, she giggled and wrote 'Makenna V was here' with her finger. She opened to door to the hallway and shivered as the cool air from out there hit her warmed body. She padded to the bedroom, but froze in the doorway.
Ray was laying in his bed, overtop the covers, fast asleep. He looked totally relaxed in that position, and his face had a look of pure sexiness in her eyes. She felt the region in-between her legs begin to ache, and she knew it wasn't from her period. It was an ache that she had never felt before, but it felt...kind of nice. Maybe it was from still thinking about him dreaming naughtily about her, who knew. All she knew was a complete disregard for Peter's early warning. And a wanting. A wanting for Ray.
She bit her lip as she got an idea.
Tiptoe-ing to his bed, she got up and sat on his abdomen, straddling his hips. Her breath hitched as he began to stir and open his eyes. When he saw her, his eyes opened wide in shock and surprise.
It was like a complete copy of his erotic dream. She was straddling him, and she was clad only in a towel. The only difference was that her face was calm and somewhat...hesitant. But he found that it was much better than her sly and lusty look, and he also found that it turned him on even more than the dream. She looked even more beautiful than her dream-self. And then he felt his pants begin to growing tighter.
"M-M-Makenna?" he stammered. She smiled shyly and nodded.
"Wow, talk about deja-vu..." he said.
"Really? she asked.
He turned red. "Uhh yea...umm you see...I kinda..." he began stuttering, trying to tell her about the dream.
"It's okay, Ray." She interrupted him, watching his eyes go wide. "I already know."
"Y-You do?" he squeaked "But h-how-?
"You were muttering in your sleep, and it kinda woke me up." she chuckled nervously.
"Oh...well, uh...this is akward..." He took a deep breath. "M-Makenna, I...I heard you and Peter talking earlier."
Now it was Makenna's turn to blush. She was afraid of this. He had heard their conversation about sex and condoms.
"It's alright." he reassured her. He reached to the drawer of the nightstand that he and Peter shared and opened the drawer. Makenna was surprised when he pulled out something square and rubbery. A condom.
"H-How did you-?" she started to ask.
"Peter apparently has a secret stash of 'em in there." he answered.
He shrugged. "Guess it's just one of the mysteries of Pete Venkman, huh?"
She nodded. But there was a question that was nagging her to no end.
"Ray..." she began, looking at the object in his hand. "Do you really want to-"
"Do this?" he finished for her. She nodded again. "Yes, but the question is, do you?"
It took her a few minutes to think about it. She was starting to get nervous, but she didn't know why. She knew Ray didn't want to hurt her, and he had a condom from Peter's odd, yet convenient, stash, so she wouldn't get pregnant. He genuinely cared about her enough that he knew she would be worrying about getting pregnant. He knew she wasn't ready to be a mother just yet. He probably wasn't ready to be a father yet anyway. Maybe it was the thought that she was going to experience it for the first time in her life. But she saw no reason not to do it.
Finally, she answered him.
"Yes," she said. "I want to do this."
Ray smiled, and she smiled back. "I love you." he said.
"I love you, too." she said as she leaned down to kiss him.
AND THAT'S THE END! Sorry the ending was a little suckinsh, but I'm terrible at endings.
I had the song "Take it Off" by Ke$ha playing when I wrote the ending. I heard it at the dance last night and as soon as i got home, I bought it off of iTunes XD Excuse me while I sing.
There's a place downtown
Where the freaks all come around
It's a hole in the wall
It's a dirty free-for-all
(And they) Turn me on
(when they) take it off
(when they) take it off
Everybody take it off!
Be on the lookout for my new story coming soon. It's a Harry Potter story, set in the Prisoner of Azkaban :D
I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I loved writing it. I love you all who favorited and reviewed, or even just read and liked.
Until next time, my lovely readers!