The Forgotten Yankees (Belfast X Reader)

Final

I've thought this over with a few people. I have accomplished everything I wanted to accomplish with this story. Was a little shorter than I think everyone expected, but I came into new waters and the whole plot just worked out. I had no idea what the heck I was getting into and I've had my fun. 

But, I will end on a good one that everyone has waited for. Yurification. Lemon Warning will be posted when the time happens. After the lemon it would be naked cuddles and love.

Enjoy.

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It was all coming together on a cozy, warm night. The girls were having a sleepover, Sheffy and Cleveland were studying together, and Haven, Edinburgh, and Enterprise were having some dinner together out. That just left Fairfield and Belfast together. The two of them were on a date out. They found themselves having sushi to crashing waves. Soft lighting above and a candle at the table. 

"This is quite romantic Lovey." Belfast sighed happily. Good food, great setting, and pretty music.

"Toots, I'm an Italian girl. I dreamed of moments like this." Fairfield smirked.

"Mercy Lovey. You are too much."

"Muah." Blowing a kiss.

"After we finish up what is next? It is only the two of us."

"Maybe cuddles? No pressure. Stay for as long as you'd like."

"I'm not invading?"

"I'm loving. Nothing wrong there. Maybe tonight should all be about the two of us."

"Unicorn and the girls are having a pajama party. They can handle themselves. Would you like to come over my room tonight?"

Fairfield smiled. "If you insist. Wouldn't decline your offer."

"Snuggling Lovey?"

"Weeeeeell..." Comforting you and rubbing that ass can't hurt.

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Once the door closed to Bel's room the air changed. One could hear the romantic jazz. Not sexual, but romantic. The lamp was on the desk as Belfast took off her shoes. "Hope you don't mind dear."

"It's your space. Do what ya want." Fairfield wasn't going to care of course. It was more of Belfast doing her part as a maid.

"And we are cuddling?"

"Please."

"I will hang up my dress. Wrinkles aren't proper." Fairfield is watching with her eyes locked on. After bringing her arms in and the laces untied, the dress fell down to her ankles. "Yes?" She covered her breasts with her forearms. 

"I didn't expect that." Said Fairfield softly.

"Cups are sewn into the dress."

Then Fairfield turned her attention to the white expensive laced panties that her lover was wearing. "Those worn by the Queen too?"

"I believe something similar." Belfast blushed and looked down at Fairfield. "Lovey?"

Fairfield lifted up her shirt off of her body. Then folded it up. "Good idea." As Belfast was in awe at Fairfield in her sports bra, her lover was taking off of her boots. "And just a heads off everything underneath these are skin."

"No knickers?" Gasped Belfast.

"What? I'm wearing pants." Pondered Fairfield.

"Yes. Quite. But, aren't you worried of-" Belfast couldn't bring herself to say it.