fandomweekly | [#296] These Keys Were Made For Losing (Sense8)

Theme Prompt: #296 - Locked Door
Title: These Keys Were Made For Losing
Fandom: Sense8
Rating/Warnings: Teen for mild sexual language
Bonus: No
Word Count: 742
Summary: Nomi comes to Grace's rescue when she loses her keys

"Will you hold these for me, honey?" Amanita's mom gave her several cloth grocery bags overflowing with seasonal fruits and leafy greens from the local farmer's market. With both hands free, she could more effectively dig through her gigantic purse for her house keys as the three of them stood at the front door.

Rearranging the reusable bags already in her arms, Amanita tried unsuccessfully to balance the load before her wife took half of them off her hands. "Thanks, Nom."

At this rate they should've just set everything down.

"Hmm…no…no…how'd that get in there…oh, do you want a lollipop?"

"Sure!" Amanita may have been the first to respond, but the question was directed at them both. And regardless of who answered, they'd be sharing it.

Her mom unwrapped the lollipop found deep in the recesses of her purse and stuck it in Amanita's mouth, then continued the excavation. "I think I lost my keys…" she fretted.

"On it!" Nomi proclaimed. She redistributed her own armfuls of groceries to Amanita and gave back her mom's bags. Then she removed the bobby pins she habitually wore in her hair these days for this exact purpose, and reached through the psycellium for her mostly-reformed criminal clustermate.

"Who is she visiting?" her mom asked as Nomi got the faraway expression that signified mental travel.

"Wolfgang," Amanita said from around the candy without having to confirm with her wife. "He and Felix used to own a key shop where they picked locks for business and pleasure."

"Oh that's right! Naughty boys." Her mom kept searching for her keys, now with only one hand. "It's late in Mumbai, isn't it?"

Nomi nodded, returning to San Francisco. "It is. And I'm interrupting…um…"

Amanita knew exactly what Nomi was interrupting, and was thankful she didn't mention it in front of her mom. Being raised a freethinker in a hippie commune was one thing, but it was still weird to talk about sex in front of your parents. She stuck the lollipop in Nomi's mouth lest she say more.

"Sorry Rasals!" her mom laughed. "That's the nice part about having multiple partners, you can keep the action going when one of you is otherwise engaged."

"MOM!"

"Well it's true, Amanita."

"Now that is a locked door I didn't need opened."

"Good line," Nomi—Lito—said. "How about this door?" She grinned a movie star grin and went down on one knee on the doorstep like a chivalrous knight to pick the lock, her ponytail in slight disarray from removing the bobby pins.

Watching Nomi utilize her cluster's skills would never not be hot, and fortunately they already had a sexnic planned for later that afternoon. But first, they had to get inside and put her mom's groceries away.

"Oh, I found them!" Her mom held up the keys with a proud jingle. How she managed to lose them with that many keychains attached was beyond Amanita, but her purse was huge. The quintessential mom bag, with everything one could need in the event of an emergency. Or minor inconvenience. Everything except easy access to her keys of course. "Sorry, honey. False alarm."

Nomi stood back up without the slightest hint of annoyance over the false alarm-turned-excuse to show off her sensorium superiority. She returned the lollipop. Wolfgang wasn't big on sweets, and Lito was currently filming so he was scared of extra calories.

"Danke!" Amanita's mom took care of the deadbolt. "Or should I say shukriyaa?"

"He says it was his pleasure," Nomi said. "And Kala says hi and Rajan says he'll call you later and now this is all getting really awkward."

As awkward as it was, Amanita couldn't help but feel a swell of pride that the husband of two of the voices in her wife's head would freely call her mother—and her dads—for poly relationship advice. One big happy family, as it should be.

Her mom let them inside, setting the bags on the counter to unload. Only one of those bags was actually theirs, with bread and cheese and grapes and wine for their sexnic. The Rasals may have gotten a head start, but Amanita knew that no matter where they were, or what time it was, the rest of Nomi's cluster would be joining them.

"Thanks, girls. I'll see you later." Her mom kissed them both on the cheek. "Enjoy your picnic! Or is it a sexnic…"

"MOM!"

[#296] These Keys Were Made For Losing (Sense8)

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