#:allison:beckett

[munofmanyminds]

Her nose scrunched slightly at his insistence, the sharpness of his tone, the set of his brow and the way his tongue brushed over his lips a clear indicator that his patience with her was not unlimited. "I care," she murmured almost more to herself than to him, her voice lowered to just above a whisper. She'd always cared what others thought of her, probably even beyond what was reasonable. Suppose that was natural with a father whose military career ensured he was never home and a mother who expected her three children to live up to a stellar family reputation in order to please said absent father. It wasn't until she'd met Beckett that she'd rebelled for the first time in her life. He was everything her mother had never wanted for her, and in a way that was part of the initial appeal. More so, however, he filled a void she hadn't been aware of until then.

Somewhere in her consciousness, Alli was aware that she was being manipulated, but when Beckett touched her like that, thumb gently caressing the softness of her cheek, and he spoke with that soft persuasive purr in his voice, she was helpless to do anything but lean into his touch with a content exhalation of breath. Teal hues peered up at him through a veil of dark lashes, a soft smile blooming on her lips when he smiled down at her then. The words he spoke caused a flutter in the pit of her stomach, a flutter that manifested itself in growing warmth in her eyes. "Only yours," she breathed in response. She leaned into his kiss, head tilting back to accommodate the height difference and mewled ever so softly when he pulled back much too soon. "I know." Her fingers on his chest twitched, curling slightly into the fabric of his shirt while a nervous little laugh escaped her. "That's the problem. That I'm..." she paused briefly, lower lip rolling between her teeth in thought, unsure how to put her doubt into words - unsure how to articulate that she didn't know how to be okay with people knowing the extent of what she'd be willing to do for him. Eventually, she gave up and shook her head with a soft smile. "Nevermind. Doesn't matter." She shrugged a shoulder and brushed the tip of her nose against his. "So when is this... ehm, demonstration?... supposed to take place?"

❛ like i said — who cares how they fuckin' look at you baby, none of that matters,❜ beckett argued, though his words were a bit more sharp than he intended, tongue gliding along his lower lip as he willed himself to find patience. to not push allison too far away from the idea but, instead, ease her into it. allison would come around — she always did. ❛ you're mine, princess... all we'd be doin' is showing them that for certain. they won't be able to think of you without seeing me. seeing US— together.❜ his hand came to her cheek, the pad of his thumb gently grazing it's surface, a tender gesture coming in stark contrast from the manipulating tone he was using with her otherwise. this was his girl, his baby; she'd do what he wanted her to. even if it took her a minute to come around to the idea.

he noticed her reaction to the use of her full name, and for a moment he felt a small swell of guilt, one that was quickly diminished as she writhed in his grip, seeming to be facing an internal battle of wanting to please him and not being sure. beckett liked knowing the power he had when it came to his girlfriend, a woman whom he did undeniably love, but she was so stubborn sometimes. so insecure. he knew that if she just trusted him, she'd enjoy this — she'd enjoy having everyone see that she was his, no room to question if there was a crack or a rift worth penetrating between them. it would not only be hot, but he would be claiming her in front of other men who may think they have a chance with her in outside of their wildest fantasies. greedy eyes watched as her tongue dampened her lower lip, and a pleased grin ornamented his own as she finally agreed. just as he knew she would. ❛ that's my good girl, ❜ beckett cooed, a sudden softness to his words as he leaned down to brush his lips against hers, smiling against her mouth; ❛ i promise you, baby, whatever nervousness you're feeling now... you'll forget all about it when i'm taking care of you.❜

[munofmanyminds]

She could only nod in confirmation at his question, that familiar heat making its way back into her cheeks. Allison was feeling beyond anxious at this point in the conversation; Beckett's words, and certainly his tone, were causing her stomach to twist painfully, and she couldn't keep the sense of unease from surfacing on her features too. "But, babe... they're going to... look at me differently. It's like they get to look at me differently." She protested softly, her gaze falling to his cheek. Sure, his friends already looked, probably already spoke amongst themselves, but doing this was like giving them permission to think of her in ways she only really wanted Beckett to. Sharing a part of her that belonged to him alone.

His irritation was like a hot iron poker searing into the lining of her stomach, and her face crumbled at the sound of her full name. There was no worse sound in the entire world. He never called her Allison, and it sounded so wrong coming from him. It was always Alli, babygirl, princess, babe... never Allison. He might as well have called her bitch. In fact, she might even have preferred that to her name. A soft pout formed and she shook her head. Unable to bear the thought of his annoyance, she leaned into him further with a soft whine, brushing the tip of her nose up the turn of his jaw. "No," she was quick to interject when he asked whether she'd be ashamed of them knowing she was his. The first time she'd sounded even a little sure - and even accompanied by a fervent shake of her head. But it was short-lived and followed by groan of concession when he continued. Then, softly spoken, voice shaking slightly: "I do want them to know I'm yours..." She trailed off, but pulled back a little to peer up at him shyly, running her tongue over her suddenly dry lips. A shallow intake of breath before finally, knowing he would want a real answer, she said "okay..." A brief pause. "I'll do it."

though beckett could feel the uncertainty radiating off of her skin, he did nothing to try and appease to it; if this was something he wanted, he knew that meant it was something allison wanted. the lovely part about having such a docile creature like allison was that she was so devoted to him, beckett knew she'd come around to the idea. even if it took some prodding and pushing, some nudging in the general direction of what he wanted, he could make it happen. his brows threaded together in response to her confession, and his head tilted; ❛ that's what you're worried about ?? ❜ his tone was almost condescending, a light scoff sounding as he shook his head, pressing a tender kiss to her scalp that completely contrasted the tone of his words; ❛ why are you worried about making eye contact with them ?? i'm the only one you need to look at, baby. ❜

then, leaning back away enough from the embrace so he could once more meet her eyes, a far darker haze clouded beckett's eyes as they slightly narrowed at her. ❛ don't want them to think what, baby ?? ❜ he pushed, irritation laced into his speech due to the lack of a direct answer he was getting. he knew he'd have to work the words out of her, pull the right thread to get her to either unravel or cave in, but that always took a bit of pushing... ❛ why are you so worried about what all of them will thing of you, allison ?? are you ashamed of them thinking, knowing, that you're completely and entirely mine ?? isn't what i think of you enough ?? ❜

[munofmanyminds]

Allison's hands found the rise of Beckett's chest as he pulled her close, her smaller form all but melting into his heat. It had the desired effect; Allison's shoulders fell and her breaths slowed. When he held her close like that and cooed at her ever so sweetly, all she could do was hum in appreciation. So much so that when he took her chin in his hand and guided her eyes back to his, she managed to smile shyly up at him. Cheeks still rosy, she couldn't help the soft giggle that emerged at the brush of his nose against her own, her eyes warming visibly. "Nooo, I'm just..." she exhaled, uncertainty clouding her tone as she fidgeted slightly against him. Her mind fighting itself was nothing new, but they both knew she'd eventually cave.

A soft whine of frustration left her when he insisted she give him a straight answer. "I won't be able to look any one of them in the eye ever again," she finally confessed, turning her head slightly to gaze up at him. "I don't want them to think I'm... I mean, it's not like..." she trailed off, biting into the plump swell of her lower lip, eyes silently begging him to understand what she was trying to say. She could already imagine the things they'd say about her, the way they'd stare at her. No longer Beckett's girlfriend, but something for them to objectify or joke about. Even if the idea made her breath quicken and her stomach flutter, was she ready for that?

it was disappointment that graced beckett's face when allison told him that she had hoped he was kidding, it was something more along the lines of pity. it was almost comical, given how out there beckett was, that he ended up having such a timid and shy little thing for a partner but... in a way, it made complete sense. as allison folded into his chest, his arms moved instead to wrap around her waist, brushing his lips across the top of her head and placing a chaste kiss against the soft strands of her hair. ❛ nah, baby, i'd never kid about something like that... ❜ he cooed, moving one of his hands to cradle her chin, lifting her face up so her eyes were forced to meet his, tilting his head. ❛ what, princess, you're telling me you don't want that ... ?? ❜ beckett inquired softly, brushing the tip of his nose against hers, feeding into her softness though his hold on her was firm and unmoving. ❛ i'm not hearin' a no... so if you don't want to do it, babygirl, i'm gonna need you to use your words and tell me. ❜

[munofmanyminds]

"Mkay..." She almost winced at his words, a heavy breath leaving her before she bit into her lower lip, shaking her head again more on instinct than anything else. Wide eyes fell to his shoulder, no longer able to maintain eye contact as her gut tightened and the heat in her cheeks burned. "Just... kinda hoped you were kidding," she muttered mostly to herself - and then his hands closed the distance between them. His touch sent a shiver up her spine that caused a soft sigh to escape her lips. The sheer idea of what he was proposing made her want to curl into a ball and hide under a table. How was she supposed to then get through the act itself? The sweet sigh of surrender morphed into a soft groan of embarrassment that was soon muffled by the way she buried her head in the crook of his neck, leaning into him. She shook her head again, this time with a little more intent, effectively rubbing her features against his neck. "Oh my god, stop iiiit..." she mewled, her entire face burning now that he'd really painted a picture for her to get stuck in her head like a fucked up fantasy she'd never be able to admit to wanting.

❛ obviously i'm bein' serious, alli, christ... ❜ beckett looked at her, tilting his head, knowing that this proposal was probably wildly out of her comfort zone but... he had to ask. at least SEE if she'd consider it. stepping towards her, his hands reached to cradle either of her biceps, stroking his thumbs up and down to try and sooth whatever nervousness had no doubt manifested in response to his inquiry. lowering his face, bringing it a tad bit closer to hers, beckett lowered his voice; ❛ just imagine baby, showin' everyone how good those pretty little holes of yours take me. showin' all my friends how lucky i am to have such a good girl. how jealous they'd be they can't do anything but watch ... you're tellin' me you don't want that, too ?? ❜

[munofmanyminds]

"Wait, you're... serious?" Allison's head moved from side of side before she'd consciously had time to register the suggestion, widened eyes plastered to his handsome features. Voice a little breathless, redness creeping into her cheeks. "You can't be..." But even as she protested, even if her head moved in clear denial of the proposal, she didn't really say no. She never said no to him. She didn't know how.

open starter !! muse: beckett albott, thirty, he/him plot: based off of x !! please do not like my starters !! open to: any !!

❛ just hear me out, it'd be... god, baby, it'd be so fucking hot. ❜ beckett borderline lamented, doing his best to pitch this idea to his partner in hopes that they'd take the bait. now that the fantasy was in his head it was going to FESTER there, like an itch he couldn't scratch. ❛ no better way to show the world you're mine than fucking you for everyone to see, you know ?? ❜