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Bringing Them All Back Home	By : khfun159 Category: +A through F > Chrono Trigger Views: 10686 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Chrono Trigger, and I make no profit off of this work. Also, I am ignoring Chrono Cross's existence for simplicity's sake.

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"So how was he?" Gina asked.

"I just met Crono today! Do I look that easy to you?" The girl seemed flustered, but Gina couldn't tell if she was guilty or just embarrassed.

"Very well." Gina smirked; this was kind of fun. She wondered if her mother had enjoyed pestering her boyfriends back in the day. "What are your intentions?"

Marle's cheeks flushed a bit. "Crono is pretty nice, but I don't know if I have any intentions at the moment."

"Then what are you doing coming home with Crono so late?" She crossed her arms and gave Marle her best "knowing mother" glare.

Gina could see that Marle was getting annoyed now. "Look," Marle said, gesturing angrily at the older woman. "We met at the fairgrounds, and Crono helped me out of a tight spot. There's nothing between us other than that."

"What a shame." Gina gazed back toward her wedding photo, a longing expression on her face. "You two are adorable together, and Crono seems very interested in you."

"Really?" Marle asked, sounding a bit more excited. "He doesn't talk a lot, so I've had trouble reading the guy." She giggled, and Gina thought the girl looked as if she had just heard a friend whisper a secret in her ear.

"He's sleeping so peacefully. I know my son better than anyone, Marle. His emotions are clear as a book when he's conked out, and that boy was dreaming of a beautiful girl." Whatever it took to convince this girl would be fine with her.

Now Marle's face had reddened considerably. "I see." She sat still, contemplating, as Gina paced around the room.

"I'm very grateful to Crono, and I feel differently about him than other people." Marle placed her hands on her cheeks as if to hide her expression; her chest rose and fell as she exhaled. "Something about Crono makes it seem like I could follow him to the end of the world."

"I felt the same way about his father..." Gina said. She didn't have to fabricate that particular statement.

"I must be crazy, Ms..."

"It's Gina, dear. And you're not crazy. Like I said, I've been in your shoes."

"But how can I tell him the way I feel without coming on too strongly?"

Gina stopped pacing and stared at Marle. What was this young woman doing, discussing such things with the mother of a boy she fancied? "She must be very sheltered," Gina thought, observing her once more. Even though she had a few dirt smudges on her pants, the girl looked like she had stepped out a beauty parlor. Her torso was firm and resembled a statue's bust. "Perhaps she's just rich?" Gina thought.

She grinned devilishly, which made Marle feel a bit uneasy. "I'll gauge how experienced the girl is," the crafty woman plotted. "Then I'll know what needs to be done here."

"Tell me, Marle. Is Crono your first boyfriend?"

Marle stuttered. "Truth be told, I've never spent much time around boys at all." Her expression turned a little morose. "Since my mother passed away, Father's kept me kind of cooped up, I guess."

"Ah, so you've been sneaking out!" Gina was starting to like this girl, even though she looked fragile as a glass bird.

Marle panicked. "If he finds out, I'm dead! Oh, he must be so worried..."

"Don't worry about your father right now, dear." Gina immediately sat down next to Marle, who looked on the verge of tears. She placed her arms on the girl's shoulders, giving her a gentle massage to cool her down. "Every now and then a caged bird needs to spread her wings. It's only natural." Gina knew that all too well. She had been different from this child in her youth, but could certainly relate to her now.

After another deep breath, Marle seemed more at ease. The older woman's hands, strengthened from years of household labor, had alleviated some stress. "You're better than our masseuse," the young girl said.

This girl's family had a masseuse? Definitely loaded. Gina still couldn't quite place where she knew Marle from.

"So you don't know much about boys. I take it you've never been kissed?"

"Not at all."

"No surprise there," Gina thought. Her hands began to rub around Marle's neck, sending a chill down the girl's spine. "You never even tried kissing one of your girlfriends at a slumber party?" Gina chuckled. "I think my 12-year-old friends were better at it than any of the men I've kissed in my lifetime."

"No, I've never even been to a slumber party. I... don't have many girlfriends." Marle didn't have any, except perhaps Lucca now, but she felt terrified to admit it.

"Poor child." Gina frowned. "Life must be boring in your little cage." A wild thought struck the widow. Adventurously, she began to gently massage just above Marle's bust, and could not help noticing that her visitor was exhaling more heavily. "You have no idea, Gina," she sighed. "Sometimes I get so..."

"So what, dear?"

Marle turned her head slowly to face the older woman. "I can't say. I just feel the need to be..." The massage had grown more vigorous as she spoke, and Marle could feel her chest stiffening from the sensation, as if begging for more. "To be touched, like this." She couldn't believe she'd said it.

"And you wish that Crono were the one to do it?" she whispered in the young girl's ear.

"I do, but..." Gina had moved one hand to the side of Marle's left breast, and she began palming it through the fabric. Even that slight feeling was electric to Marle, who had never experienced anything of the sort. "...This will do fine for now."

A mental war raged in Gina's head. "I'm supposed to be helping Crono, not trying to get laid!" Gina's conscience was screaming for her to stop putting the moves on this innocent girl, but her body was running on autopilot. It had been so long—too long—since she had shared such intimacy with another person. Seventeen years since her husband had felt her body, kissed her deeply, and made her feel whole. An old flame started to burn in Gina's thighs, slowly traveling through every nerve in her body. She had not felt this hot since her teenage years.

Both of her hands explored Marle's chest now, albeit with more subtlety than her son would probably practice. Occasionally, Gina just barely prodded one of the girl's erect nipples, clearly visible through the white blouse. "Tell me what you want my son to do to you," she said, now with a tone of desperation.

Instead of answering her, Marle surprised herself by thrusting her lips upon Gina's. After the sudden beginning, the kiss was smooth and gentle, and a moan passed from her mouth to Gina's. "Incredible..." she thought, "So this is what it can be like." With only one kiss under her belt, she ached for Crono's touch more deeply than before.

Gina gladly returned the kiss, shocking as it had originally come. "This is so wrong!" She couldn't shut her conscience up. This time she explored the young woman's mouth, hungrily taking in the taste of her naive lust. Gina gripped Marle's soft breasts firmly now, feeling the beautiful pendant clumsily bounce against her hands. Before she could get too rough, Marle broke away to catch some air, a look of nervousness in her eyes.

"You're a natural, Marle. I don't believe Crono would have any qualms if you were to kiss him like that!" Gina tossed her apron aside and began untying her dress from the back. The sight of Marle panting on the couch with her chest heaving and a bewildered expression on her face had succeeded in turning the older woman on to the point of no return.

Marle looked straight up at the ceiling. "I didn't think I could feel so close to somebody," the girl breathed. Gina could see now that she looked a bit worn out, probably from the events of the day. Marle's eyes shut, and it seemed as if she could fade in to a peaceful slumber at any moment.

Gina paused, amazed by how green and wonderstruck this outgoing girl seemed about intimacy. She groaned internally, determined to end things despite her physical desires. "No... I can't go any farther." Gina stopped undressing and sat back down with the girl. Marle was not the same as the she had been in her youth—Gina didn't want to force an experience that Marle would regret, no matter how much fun it could be. Crono was the one Marle pined for, and it seemed better that she explore her budding sexuality on her own terms than let an aging woman make such decisions for her. Gina brushed the girl's face like her mother had done to her. It would have been interesting to have a daughter, she thought. Quietly, Gina gave the girl some final advice before she had totally drifted off. "There is more where that came from, dear—so much more—but this is not the right time and I'm not the right person. I hope tonight gave you a glimpse of what you've been missing."

Marle simply moaned, a dreamlike smile on her face. Gina could see herself on that same couch, her husband's arms wrapped around her waist, in perfect harmony with the world. She sighed, scooped up the whining cat, and departed for her room through the door in the kitchen. Her own hands would have to do for tonight.
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