#‘But I AM SPECIAL’ girl ICE agents will see you as white. You will not be targeted. You know who will? EVERYONE ELSE

[somehwere-between]

White woman makes tyranny about herself because she’s special: more shocking news at 7

[mandoalorian]

Agent whisky (Teacher) x New agent (student). As you’re both fighting, you both get hot and bothered and reader throws him against a wall and the rest in folds. (Fem reader)

After Class [Jack Daniels x Reader] SMUT

Word count: 2.4k

Rating: 18+

Warnings: SMUT, p in v, creampie, choking, teacher x student, exhibitionist kink, implied age difference

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He was insufferable. He was your teacher — and oh, you hated him. You hated how he'd come into class smelling like sweet, honeyed cologne, causing all the girls to swoon at the mere sight of him. It was laughable, really. He wasn't anything special. He was attractive, sure. He had the charm of a king and the politeness of a saint. But it didn't matter because you hated him, and you wanted him to know that you hated him. So you'd talk during his lectures and you'd roll your eyes whenever he tried addressing you directly. He had this know-it-all attitude, he had these deep, chocolate brown eyes that were so easy to get lost in. The Statesman Academy shouldn't have even hired him. It was so easy to get lost in those damn eyes.

His eyes were just a few shades darker than his hair, which he kept hidden under a cringe-worthy cowboy hat. But you'd be lying to yourself if you said you hadn't dreamt of wearing it while you ride him. The dirty fantasies about Mr Daniels (though he'd have you call him 'sir') didn't become regular until a few months ago. Now it was every single class where you became hypnotised by his attractive looks.

You hated his perfectly groomed mustache and how the thought of it brushing against your cunt haunted you during his seminars. You hated the perfect curve in his nose and how you imagined it nudging against your clit as he performed the most life changing oral on you. If only he knew about the things that went on in that filthy little mind of yours.

You practically gasped out loud when Mr Daniels dropped your assignment on the desk in front of you, a circle with a big red 'F' marked on. He quirked an inquisitive eyebrow at you, before moving on to hand out the rest of the essays. No way— there was no way that your essay has been marked fairly. You might have been slacking just a little this semester (due to Mr Daniels obnoxious handsome looks), but not to the extent of getting an F in your finals!

"Well done class, we all performed exceptionally well this term. There is however one person I need to see after class, she knows who she is," Mr Daniels glanced briefly at you and you narrowed your eyes, folding your arms over your chest. "But have an excellent vacation and remember don't party too hard." He winked cheekily before dismissing the class. Once the students filed out of the room, and the bell rang, signifying the end of the day, Mr Daniels stalked back into the classroom. He said nothing, didn't even spare you a look. He padded over to his desk, sunk into his chair and began to go through paperwork.

You waited for something— anything. The silence was deafening, and you began to tap your feet against the floor impatiently. Why the hell was he holding you hostage in his stuffy classroom on the last day of term? You assumed it was due to your abysmal grade on your essay, but he hadn't even mentioned it. He was ignoring you and once again, you hated him for it.

You were staring him out with absolutely no shame, taking in all his features. You admired his broad shoulders and watched his bicep flex as he wrote comments on the work he was checking through.

He'd noticed your staring too. He always had. He tried to contain the blush that crept up on his cheeks as your eyes burned into his body, watching his every move. You could cut the sexual tension with a knife. If he was going to speak to you about your essay result, he'd need to have a drink first. After a few more minutes of silence, he excused himself and left the classroom. Each professor at the academy had their own affinity for alcohol, Mr Daniels' beverage of choice being a glass of warm whiskey. He poured it into a small tumbler, admiring the amber liquid as he dropped a few cubes of ice in, letting it clink against the glass. The mere thought of you in his classroom, waiting for you, was enough to make his cock stir. He sighed, gulping down the liquid and made his way back to the classroom. It was the first time you and Mr Daniels had some one on one alone time. He hadn't drank enough to get intoxicated, but it was enough for him to lower his inhibitions.

He walked into the classroom and locked the door behind him, before turning to face you.

"Why am I here?" you asked with an unamused frown.

"You went from being a straight A student to getting an F in your most important exam of the year," Mr Daniels huffed with a disappointed shake of his head. You didn't care— no, you couldn't let yourself care about your professor. But seeing the despondency written across his face was enough to make your heart yearn with guilt for letting him down. "What happened?" he quizzed you eventually.

You considered his question. You weren't a dishonest person, and you knew exactly what had happened. You had been so distracted by your professor's ravenous demeanor, that you'd become too overcome with sexual desire to even focus the slightest in his lectures.

"You happened." you said, regretting the words as soon as they left your lips. Your voice broke slightly— you sounded pathetic.

"Excuse me?" he asked, raising both of his eyebrows in disingenuous surprise. You wanted to wipe the smirk that you saw creeping up on his lips. Your education wasn't a joke.

"I was doing fine in Agent Tequila's class," you acknowledged. "Maybe it's your teaching." you shrugged.

"My teaching?" Mr Daniels gasped incredulously.

"Oh quit playing dumb," you said, suddenly rising to your feet. Your chair scraped against the floor as you stalked over to your teacher. "I know my worth Mr Daniels, and it's not an F."

"Please, call me Jack." He hummed, reaching out and caressing your cheek. You subconsciously leaned into his smooth hand as his thumb rubbed gentle circles into your jaw. You hadn't even realised how close he had gotten to you as he admired your face, and the intimacy began to take effect down below.

"Oh, first name basis?" you spat sarcastically, pressing the palm of your hand against his chest, threading your fingers through the buttons of his white shirt so you could gently graze the skin of his tan chest. "How polite."

"Manners maketh man," he smirked, quoting the Statesman mantra, and you wanted to wack that dumb cowboy hat off his head. "Let me translate that for you," he pouted condescendingly, letting his hands fall to your own chest.

He squeezed your tits through your blouse, drawing a few wanton moans from you. "Wh- what makes you think I need that translated?" you asked your professor, trying to keep your cool. This is exactly what you had dreamt about for the past three months. His thumb rolled over your hardening nipples, pinching them now and again so he could watch you squirm underneath his touch.

"The F on your paper?" he shot back. Your eyes widened and you pushed him into the wall, his back slamming against the concrete as he groaned from the pressure you'd placed on him. He would be lying if he said it didn't feel good though. It was rare he'd have a lady take charge — especially not one as young and bright eyed as yourself.

"I hate you," you snarled as his fingers dipped under the hem of your short, pleated skirt. He chuckled darkly, sending a frenzy of butterflies erupting in your stomach.

"Oh sugar," he drawled, the smell of scotch lacing his breath as he pressed a soft kiss into your jaw. You couldn't contain the small whimper that escaped your lips. He smirked, knowing exactly what he could do to you— how he could make you feel. "Look at you… got me pressed against the wall. I'm your teacher." he reminded you with a small tut.

"You drive me crazy," you admitted in a fluster, your hand falling down his button up shirt and resting at his oversized belt buckle. The coolness of the metal stung your skin as you parted your legs slightly, rubbing what you could on his jean clad thigh. "When you stand up there, in front of the class, talking all that shit about, about-" you couldn't even get your words out as his fingers graced your cunt, feeling out your clit under the material of your dampening panties.

"What?" Jack murmured, his teeth grazing your jaw as he sucked softly against your skin. "What is it?" he urged you to continue, your breathing jumping as he continued to softly press his thick fingers along your aching core. You tried to answer but nothing except lewd moan came out, and you felt your cheeks heat up with embarrassment. "You joined the academy. You wanted to train as an agent. Maybe you'd prefer it if I transferred your classes to, let's say, Agent Champ? Or the sweet Ginger Ale?"

You curled your fingers around his leather belt. "N-no," you growled. "I want you," you revealed as you unclipped it and tossed it to one side. You groaned wantonly as you felt his erection press up against your thigh. It was clear that your professor wanted you too. "You know if- if Principal Champ finds out about this…" you moaned, working your fingers at Jack's zipper.

"He's not going to find out about this," Jack snapped, his harsh tone causing your eyes to snap open.

"O-okay cowboy," you bit your lip seductively, finally pulling his zipper down and freeing his hard, aching cock. You immediately wrapped your hand around him, smearing his precum down his length and started to pump at his erection, satisfied with the string of curses falling from his tongue.

"Fuck- so good," Jack praised as you worked his cock with your hands. "But I want more… I want to bury my cock in the warmth of your pussy. Would you like that baby girl?" he hummed, both his hands grabbing on your shoulders as he turned around and pushed you into the wall. You gasped as he ripped open your blouse in one swift manouver, the buttons popping and falling everywhere. His hungry lips pressed against yours as he slid his tongue into your mouth, kissing you roughly and with passion.

"Someone could just walk in." you gasped as Jack yanked your skirt down, letting it pool around your ankles.

He groaned longingly as he played with the waistband of your panties. "Lace? For school? I knew you were a dirty girl." he chuckled darkly before pulling them down. He wasted no time, pressed two fingers into your weeping cunt and rubbing between your folds. He stroked tight and precise circles into your clit, desperate to pump an orgasm out of you before he even entered. Your eyes snapped shut as you pressed your fingernails into his still clothed back. "Oh, you like that don't you?"

"Mm don't stop," you begged, rolling your hips against his fingers.

"Is this what you think about during my lectures?" Jack cooed. "Or do you imagine my cock?" He pressed his blunt tip against the inside of your thigh, pushing himself in between your legs. "So fucking wet and all for me." your professor shook his head in slight awe. You pushed the hat off his head and tangled your fingers in his dark brown hair, tugging teasingly in attempt to gain a reaction out of him.

Without warning, two of his fingers pushed inside of you and began to scissor you open. "If you want my cock I gotta make sure you're able to take it," he whispered huskily.

His fingers worked like magic and it wasn't long before your walls tightened around him and you reached your climax. "Greedy pussy." Jack sighed, removing his fingers and sucking them clean.

"Please sir, fuck me," you begged, your hands cupping his face as he lined himself up with your entrance.

"I told you, call me Jack," he growled before pushing himself deep into your quivering hole.

"Fuck Jack," you whined once he was fully seated. He was bigger than you had ever taken before, and he set a brutal pace. The classroom filled with obscene wet sounds as every single thrust became harder and sloppier as his balls slapped against your dripping cunt.

Jack kept up his pace, not halting once. "You always- you always fucking answer back," he whispered, digging one hand into your hip and bringing the other to your neck, squeezing it just enough for your eyes to widen slightly.

"Mm you always give me a reason too," you shot back and Jack's grip around you tightened as he fucked you senselessly.

"Shit, gonna cum. Gonna cum inside you and you're going to take it— understood?" he asked breathlessly. You nodded in affirmation and it only took a few more messy thrusts before he spilled his salty seed inside you.

He carefully sat you down on the edge of his desk as you came down from your own high. "Are you okay?" he asked you as he tucked himself back in his pants and adjusted his tie.

"That better have earned me an A," you muttered, biting your lip and shooting a seductive glance towards your teacher.

"Fair is fair," Jack shrugged. "You can leave when you're ready. Have a nice vacation." he smiled, back to his usual polite professor self. It made you sick— the way he could just fuck you with no remorse against the wall of his classroom and then pretend like nothing happened.

You stood up, taking your clothes from the ground and lazily sliding back into your skirt. "I don't have a fucking blouse," you mumbled, your eyes following the abundance of buttons that trailed across the floor. "You ruined it."

Mr Daniels took his suit jacket and wrapped it around your naked torso, buttoning it up gently so you were all covered up. "Do you need a lift home?" he asked.

You bit your lip, remembering your parents weren't home and smiled. "Actually, yeah please." you told him, wondering if he'd be interested in a round two.

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[thefairyletters]

I saw you rb a SaiSaku post and was curious if you had any fanfic recs for this rarepair?!

Do I have?!!!!! I am currently binging this ship so you couldn't have asked this at better time.

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This pair is not a crack ship! Crack would mean they have not shared more than two words with each other. But SaiSaku interactions always bordered on romance and best friends who don't act like it. Not only Sakura was the first person to acknowledge Sai had human side to him and bonded with him over his painting, Sai was also the only person outside Sasuke (in part 1) to be able tell her fake smiles and he always understood her feelings better than other characters. Had Sakura ever only cared for good looks (something she don't) then with Sai she'd get that and so much more.

I have always considered SaiSaku as the next best thing after NaruSaku. They had too much potential as a couple. I am not bitter that InoSai became a thing but looking at them I only feel that "Ino didn't get Sasuke so she get his look-alike." Besides, Sai gave people nicknames that are opposites to what actually feels about them – Naruto as Dickless, Sakura as Hag/Ugly and Ino as Beautiful – which makes it worse. Both Ino and Sai deserve better than this. If Kishi has shown them together more often or had interactions between them similar to SaiSaku then I can understand why Ino is his light. I guess it is also SP's fault for showing them in different light. For all SP hates Sakura, they enjoy messing up with her fans by feeding them false hope.

Whenever I want to read something hilarious but deep, SaiSaku is my to-go couple. Usually angsty, or full bout of insults and punches. There's no in between with them.

. SaiSaku .

This list contains my favorite SaiSaku collection. I am not sure if you like SaiSaku only as romance ship but this list also contain stories that expands on SaiSaku friendship, something I absolutely adore.

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Could Roses Bloom? : RiseoftheBlossom || M || AO3 || Shippuden AU || GaaSaku, SaiSaku || Angst, Romance || Ongoing

Sai glanced downwards at his body, the sudden override of his thoughts causing his mind to blank. What did that mean? Had he been straying too close to a piece of information Danzo didn't want him to have or share? Or was it his mind's natural response to shutting down any form of emotion, even if it was just the slightest of inclination towards feeling something?

Go for it if you like: enemies-to-friends-to-lovers troupe, SaiSaku friendship, confused-over-his-feelings!Sai, slow burn, GaaSaku, boys who are bad at feelings, Sakura who is unlucky with romance, angst with fluff

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hello, bright eyes (been waiting on you) : mouseymightymarvellous || T || AO3 || Shippuden AU || SaiSaku || Angst, Romance || One Shot

“look underneath the underneath,” except no one has ever really bothered to look at sakura and see her. and then there is a boy (isn’t there always). maybe they’re both just ghosts, making each other real.

Go for it if you like: enemies-to-friends-to-lovers troupe, confused-over-her-feelings!Sakura, boys who are bad at feelings, Sakura who is unlucky with romance, Sai and Sakura who don't feel like they belong, angst with fluff, sad!Sai

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Oh God That’s Heaven : blueberrysconesandfolkmusic || T || AO3 || Shippuden AU || SaiSaku || Angst, Romance || One Shot

Sakura finds Sai sick, alone, and in desperate need of a hand that doesn't hurt.

Go for it if you like: boys who are bad at feelings, bleeding-heart!Sakura, sad-and-lonely!Sai, Sai and Sakura who are secretly best friends, Sai with PTSD, protective!team7

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for everything blue and bright : sinemoras09 || M || AO3 || Shippuden AU || SaiSaku, SasuSaku || Angst || One Shot

The five stages of human arousal.

Go for it if you like: lonely!Sai, obsessed!Sakura, One-sided love, Unrequited-love-no-matter-how-you-look-at-it!SaiSaku, no-good-very-bad!Ending, pining!Sai, bittersweet lemon

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A mess of me : Dovey || M || AO3 || Pre-Shippuden AU || SaiSaku || Yandere Romance || Complete

In which Sai is a good ANBU agent with an unusual hobby, and Sakura grows up with a #1 fan rooting for her....even if she doesn't know it. Or: Sai starts stalking Sakura when they're both young to satisfy his curiousity about 'normalcy', gets attached, and eventually gets very frustrated that nobody else seems to notice her potential as a shinobi and takes matters into his own hands- and delights in being Sakura's prime source of validation because of it.

Go for it if you like: obsessed!Sai, manipulation, stalker!Sai, mentor!Sai, SaiSaku friendship, distraught!Kakashi, fluff, baby-Sai-stalking-baby-Sakura, abusive haruno household

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There is sunshine on his forehead : amako || T || AO3 || Soulmate AU || SaiSaku but it's complicated || Angst, Hurt/Comfort || One Shot

Sakura is only three when she promises herself that Sasuke will die by her hand, whoever he is.

Go for it if you like: dysfunctional Team 7, Soulmate AU, Unrequited love feels, angst heavy, Sai and Sakura only want to belong, NaruSasu, NaruSaku but not really, betrayal heavy, no fluff only pain, SaiSaku, Team 7 taking Sakura for granted, Sakura is so done

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In theory : nimblnymph || T || FFN || Shippuden || SaiSaku || Romance, Humor || One Shot

For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. Sai was about to learn that this theory applied to more than just physics. And that putting theory into practice sometimes gave unexpected results.

Go for it if you like: oblivious!Sai, teacher!Sakura, student!Sai, Sai getting educated, Sakura educating Sai, Kisses, Sai being Sai, Sakura with patience of god

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Loathing : i AM the Random Idiot || T || FFN || Shippuden || SaiSaku || Romance, Angst || One Shot

Define "hatred."

Go for it if you like: oblivious!Sai, hurt!Sai, Angst, Onions, SakuSai bonding over mutual hate, love is overrated anyway

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Bunk Mates : ice bitten || T || FFN || Shippuden || Team 7 || Humor, Friendship || One Shot

In which Sasuke and Naruto find out Sakura has been sleeping over at Sai's. Short stories surrounding Sakura, Sai, and the invasive people of Konoha.

Go for it if you like: sassy!Sai, protective!Team7, SaiSaku friendship, roommates, Sai being Sai, Perfect characterisation, Canon feels

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Paint me with Colour : PeregrineFlight || T || FFN || post-Shippuden || SaiSaku|| Humor, Friendship || Incomplete

Sai and Sakura must travel to the Land of Lightning to retrieve something for the Daimyo, they have to travel as a married couple. Much to Naruto's amusement.

Go for it if you like: lonely!Sai, SaiSaku friendship, roommates, Sai being Sai, pretend marriage, SaiSaku bonding over mission, fluffy angst, adorable!Sai

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Forget Me Not : Joy-girl || T || FFN || post-Shippuden || Team 7 || Angst, Friendship || Complete

Sometimes it's easy to forget how important someone is when the person is always in the background – but Sakura's boys still remember. Glimpses of her importance from each member of her team.

Go for it if you like: fluffy angst, Sakura's place in team 7, underappreciated Sakura, Team7 family, Family feels, sad!Sakura, protective!Team7 males, Sakura appreciation, SaiSaku bond, Team7Saku feels, avenger!Teammates

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Add Me Colour : Cella N || T || FFN || post-Shippuden || SaiSaku || Drama, Romance || Complete

"All my life is white. Paint me. Add me colour."

Go for it if you like: lonely!Sakura, Sai being Sai, confused!Sakura, angst, poetic translation, colors

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Euphemisms : Nymbis || T || FFN || Shippuden || SaiSaku || Humor, Romance || Complete(?)

Drabbles about Sai, Sakura, and their strange attempts at bonding.

Go for it if you like: Sai being Sai, Sakura being Sakura, Hilarious friendships, SaiSaku friendship, loveggression, love-hate relationship, Insults, Sai's brand of humor, fluff with punches, Raunchy stuff

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Ricochet : Strix 4 || T || FFN || Shippuden AU || Team 7 || Family, Drama || Complete(?)

Sometimes it's easy to see the familiar in the faces around you. Sometimes it sucks to figure out why.

Go for it if you like: fluffy angst, Sakura's place in team 7, Team7 as family, Family feels, wise!Sakura, SaiSaku bond, Sai's place in team 7

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Pick up lines : Demoneyes 14 || T || FFN || Shippuden || SaiSaku || Humor || One Shot

Ero sennin's pick up lines! Guaranteed to get the girl or your money back! Well... it would be more guaranteed if it hadn't fallen on his face in the library, but heck, Sai will try anything once! Maybe it will save him a beating from Sakura...

Go for it if you like: Sai being Sai, Sakura being Sakura, SaiSaku friendship, loveggression, love-hate relationship, Insults, Sai's brand of humor, fluff with punches

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Special mentions...

Study of the Heart : teresa

In an effort to become a better friend, Sai undertakes a study of love, not really understanding how difficult it could be, and how surprising.

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The Blood of a Cherry Blossom : Slytherin Kunoichi

Originally, for Halloween, Sai hadn't decided what to go as, but once he glimpsed at the bleeding flesh on Sakura's neck, he suddenly had the urge to be a vampire…

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Old Dogs, New Tricks : yuugiri

After an unprecedented turn of events, the Fifth Hokage has officially assigned Sakura Haruno the responsibility to make Sai recover what he had lost; his emotions. With a time limit of a month, will Sakura succeed in this mission?

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Once More, With Feeling : Cynchick

Sakura didn't know what she was thinking when she showed up on his doorstep. 

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Ink Me : Krickitat

Exploring the art of bod-modification Sakura takes a step into the unknown world of the exquisite pain of art.

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The Uchiha Secret : Slytherin Kunoichi

Sasuke froze as he stared at Sai's eyes, which were identical to his Uchiha Sharingan eyes now: red with anger and black with hatred...One family secret could threaten and shake three lives forever. Bonds will be broken.

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My babies don't get enough love in the world.

[somerpmemes]

Killing Eve S3 Starters

Change as needed

“If you want to be a winner you have to sacrifice everything.”

“I am so much happier now she’s dead.”

“Bureaucracy in all its glory.”

“I’m back now, with bells on.”

“We’re always like this, aren’t we?”

“We’re gonna make a fabulous team.”

“You’re not easy to replace.”

“What’s in it for you, hmm?”

“Whatever you want, I will do it.”

“Power is there for the taking, ___. You just have to be smart about how.”

“You have friends?”

“You realize to fit in here you have to be socially inept like the rest of us.”

“You know, a normal person would flake on their friend when something better turns up.”

“Well, remind me not to rely on you for anything.”

“You can hide from it, but it won’t hide from you.”

“Are you crying? Don’t be a wimp.”

“Nothing good comes fast.”

“My work remains totally untouchable.”

“You know, you really shouldn’t leave your front door open considering the amount of people that have tried to kill you.”

“Yeah, well it’s not my problem anymore.”

“You just don’t seem very happy, that’s all.”

“Who says I want to be happy?”

“You see this and you’re transported to a time of happiness?”

“Are you ever going to apologize?”

“You really don’t think you did anything wrong at all, do you?”

“Life is just a series of trade-offs, ___.”

“This isn’t something you can fix, ___.”

“Our entire relationship has had you at the center of it.”

“She’s lying, okay?”

“You’re crying because you feel stupid. Because you WERE stupid.”

“Hey, these drinks don’t involve games or organized fun, do they?”

“I hear you’re a walking miracle.”

“You know, when a bullet has been through you, it leaves something behind.”

“And then you taught me how to swear in Russian.”

“It’s about acknowledging the sad together.”

“Couldn’t we be sad and listen to good music?”

“It’s push by the way.”

“Why would I want to look ten years younger?”

“It’s good to have many lovers. Keeps you limber.”

“Winners win alone.”

“You can’t go down that path anymore.”

“So you don’t think about her anymore?”

“So, shall we just dive right in?”

“I don’t believe in distractions.”

“I’m fully capable of doing my job without any approval from you.”

“I know you think I’m a self-serving prick.”

“Some things are bigger than the job and this is one of them.”

“You have to start taking care of yourself right now or it’s going to catch up with you.”

“How long do I have to stay?”

“Anybody can fight. It takes a special person to kill.”

“Just so you know, I’m kinda a big deal in this industry.”

“You do everything I say exactly when I say it.”

“If you make me look bad I will kill you.”

“You did all that for a boyfriend?”

“You only know a country once you know it’s drink.”

“It’s good to know he was getting some before he died.”

“Being hard on someone is sometimes what they need.”

“Don’t be embarrassed will you?”

“Why don’t you go and do your thing where you close your eyes and breathe?”

“You do not get to come here without an invitation anymore!”

“Haven’t you heard? I’m moving up in the world.”

“If I killed everybody who betrayed me there would be nobody left.”

“You have to know, you’re not safe.”

“You think you’re in control but you’re not.”

“Really, I’m fine. You should go.”

“You know I care about you?”

“You really like that baby, huh?”

“It would be really unsettling if he actually got something right.”

“I have all my best thoughts in the bath.”

“I haven’t looked up in ten minutes.”

“Meetings have biscuits.”

“That is literally the most parenting this household has ever seen.”

“You have been unfocused and manic for days.”

“I’m just having some fun.”

“It’s not my fault he was an idiot.”

“You want to amuse yourself, go crazy.”

“I’m the one doing all the work.”

“You think handling you isn’t work?”

“You should get your act together.”

“I’m not ready!”

“Once I pop, I just can’t stop.”

“I don’t have any self-control.”

“Is that supposed to mean something to me?”

“Did you take this job thinking it’d be easier?”

“You really should have some kind of protection, you know that right?”

“Have you ever locked and popped, ___?”

“I want to smell powerful.”

“Pushing ourselves out of our comfort zones is how we grow.”

“I adore a coincidence, it makes me feel I’m in the right place.”

“I just had the novel experience of being stood up.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll have him killed.”

“A terrible lifestyle suits me, huh?”

“Do you believe a word of that?”

“This place is psychopathic.”

“I should have shot you in the head.”

“I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“I’m not here for you!”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Who doesn’t answer their phone on a stake-out?”

“Everyone, look innocent.”

“Don’t wait for me in the dark like that!”

“Don’t you want to know why I’m in your bed?”

“They own every little bit of you.”

“What kind of baby do you think I was?”

“I’m wearing power. And to keep power, you need knowledge.”

“This is where you belong!”

“So you’re saying this is it?”

“You do realize that’s my desk?”

“What is that smell?”

“You’re supposed to share the cake!”

“You’re like a sad teenager, waiting for a like on Instagram.”

“Don’t you like having fun?”

“You don’t know what it’s like when you’ve chosen to destroy your own life.”

“I promise you, whatever you’ve done is not half as bad as the stuff in my checkered past.”

“I stabbed someone.”

“Do not think that you are the only self-loathing as whole in the room, ever.”

“Choices, ___. It’s all about choices.”

“Can I stay with you tonight?”

“But it’s my job to do terrible things.”

“I want you to have a plan.”

“So not over me.”

“Ah. You made me cake.”

“It really doesn’t look like the picture.”

“Wait, wait, just because it looks bad doesn’t mean it tastes bad.”

“You don’t deserve nice things if you don’t look after them.”

“Why are you lying to me?”

“I gained valuable insight into Victorian gender politics.”

“You’re so close to getting what you want. But you have to play by the rules.”

“You are so annoying today.”

“I am just trying to save you from yourself!”

“You know, you really don’t have to be so dramatic.”

“This would be a really bad way to go!”

“Don’t worry, you’ll be my favorite.”

“What got you in such a good mood?”

“I really hate it when you do that.”

“You’re free now. You can be whoever you want.”

“But I don’t want to be free.”

“You have the hiccups?”

“I’ve been ordered to stay away from all of this.”

“What are you doing home at this hour of the day?”

“It is a bit odd being here in the daytime, isn’t it?”

“I get up to all sorts of stuff.”

“You barely even look at me.”

“I’m trying to tell you that I’m worried about you, ___!”

“You have hat hair.”

“You said you have everything under control.”

“Not getting any, huh?”

“Did they air bnb my room again?”

“I know a killer when I see a killer and she’s a killer.”

“You were mean.”

“I beat the crap out of the sofa so I don’t beat the crap out of people.”

“You’ll have lots of fun, I promise.”

“Being strong is a choice.”

“That looks like shit.”

“You don’t want to dance?”

“Eat this. Be quiet.”

“Come on, it used to make you laugh.”

“You always laugh at things that aren’t funny.”

“You do not belong here.”

“I was not a happy person.”

“You were never a happy person.”

“You were bad from the beginning.”

“Oh, I think I need to kill you.”

“It’s so good to see your eyes.”

“Do you want to put ice on it?”

“Are you trying to seduce me?”

“This is the same stuff I was doing before.”

“You know that would be okay... if you’re not okay, that is.”

“Sometimes you just need to let it win.”

“You can’t watch sports without a hot dog.”

“I don’t want to talk about it!”

“Where are we going? It better be someplace hot.”

“You should run away.”

“I don’t think you really want this.”

“Don’t let them see something’s up.”

“The plan only works if nobody knows there is one.”

“Should I… trust you?”

“None of us are to be trusted, that’s why we work here.”

“Don’t be a grump.”

“Stop or I’ll scream.”

“You know how annoying it is when you have to be around two people in love?”

“You’re a real role model, you know that?”

“You don’t have to do this. I already know you are scary.”

“___, are you comparing yourself to a carrot?”

“I don’t love being here either.”

“It would be so much better if we could have this conversation after I’ve eaten.”

“To you, I am harsh and cold and, to me, you are disappointed and expectant.”

“You don’t talk to people when they are bowling.”

“You can’t beat us, you understand?”

“Oh, I’ve got to get out of here.”

“That guy was really staring at me.”

“Do you know why I love you, ___? Because you’re an agent of chaos. And I love chaos.”

“You’re a beautiful monster, ___.”

“Thank you for the inappropriate touching. It was actually pretty nice.”

“You’re a child. You have no idea what you’re dealing with.”

“It’s just standard white person stuff.”

“Jokes are for people who do their job correctly, ___.”

“Do you ever think of anything else?”

“Heroes only get the girl in Hollywood.”

“Do you want to sit down?”

“Is this one of those moments we pretend never happened?”

“Look what someone just gave me. It’s a shank made out of a toothbrush.”

“Tone all this down a little. It’s too much.”

“So you’re actually leaving me here?”

“Why are you making this difficult?”

“You can’t get raided twice in a day. It’s a rule.”

“You look ridiculous.”

“Germans don’t wear kilts.”

“Russia has vegans now.”

“There is no such thing as a nice surprise.”

“Just once I want to make a scene and not be told to “be quiet” or to “pull myself together” or that I’m being ridiculous!”

“What kind of person does that?”

“I hope you die.”

“He’s crying out to be killed.”

“You have lost it, haven’t you?”

“Okay, I’m gonna make myself an omelette to celebrate.”

“That random guy now wants to kill me.”

“I thought you didn’t want to talk about it.”

“Wherever I go, someone wants to murder me.”

“I probably deserve it.”

“Let’s face it, ___, I’m a prick.”

“Don’t argue with me we’re celebrating.”

“You’re not really okay, are you?”

“I fear the walls may be closing in on me.”

“It’s starting to feel personal.”

“What is wrong with you?! You’re an emotional iceberg!”

“I’m not coming at you, I’m trying to hug you.”

“This isn’t healthy.”

“You can’t just refuse to feel anything for the rest of your life.”

“A little overdramatic, don’t you think?”

“Is this really necessary?”

“You’re going to die in this room.”

“We are both to blame.”

“Do you ever think about the past?”

“They seem happy. Carefree.”

“I want to feel like that.”

“Dancing’s not my thing.”

“Are you leading or am I?”

“We’d consume each other before we got old.”

“Talk me through your outfit.”

“Comfortable is what you make people with a terminal illness.”

“I was trained to look devastating.”

“You know, you almost have no sense of humor.”

“What am I supposed to do? Applaud or…?”

“What is this really about?”

“You’ve not tried to bribe someone before, have you?”

“I expected you to look more like a stripper.”

“You know your problem? You don’t know what’s good for you.”

“Well, this is something new.”

“You’re going to burn for this.”

“I wish I could believe you.”

“You never loved me. Not even close.”

“You can be pretty athletic when you choose.”

“I don’t want to do it anymore. Any of it.”

“You were never like them. You only thought you were.”

“When I try to think of my future I just see your face over and over again.”

“Did I ruin your life?”

“Do you think I’m a monster?”

“I think we all have monsters inside of us, it’s just that most people have managed to keep theirs hidden.”

“Help me make it stop.”

[smokahuntis]

Watch and Learn

Watch and Learn

Pairing : Derek Morgan x Reader

Prompt: “watch and learn...”

Warning: Smut! Sub!Morgan!

Summery: The new girl is quiet and shy, so he tried to help her out a bit with questioning, only to find she may not be as shy as she claims.

“I want Reid, JJ and I down at the station, “ Hotch started giving out orders as he pointed his pen to the people in question. “Rossi and Prentiss at the first crime scene, Morgan and (Y/L/N) at the latest, there is people there that need questioned and it needs looked at again.” He said and everyone agreed instantly and began discussing the case at hand.

It wasn’t to long before they landed and everyone went where they were assigned. On the ride over Derek found himself trying to start conversation with (y/n), it really did bother him that she hadn’t said anything to him but her name and that he can drive. He did however find she liked talking to Reid, they got along well, it made him think maybe she was just as smart as him if not smarter, but anytime he listened in on their conversations they were usually book related instead of science or math.

“Soooo... you ever questioned someone before?” He said glancing over at her, causing her to look up from the case file. She just shook her head and looked back down at the papers in her hands.

“I don’t really know much about you, ya know?” He chuckled and raised an eyebrow at her as he drove, glancing between her and the road. “Most of your file was marked out, there a reason for that?” He asked trying to pull what he could from her, it really bugged him he didn’t know his own team mate well enough to say what she did before the BAU, and she’s been here for almost a month. She sighed and closed the file looking at him.

“So do you always ask so many questions ?” She asked ignoring his question, which rose suspicions in him, but he has to trust her, plus he liked the way she talked.

“So you can speak.” He said smiling those beautiful white teeth at her, “how about I give you a few pointers on how to question people okay?” He said trying to be nicer as the pulled up to the most recent crime scene that only happened a few hours ago.

“Okay...” she said back to being quiet and calm, they stepped out of the car and she made sure her gun clicked on her side tightly as they walked towards the two people that were separated from the crowd of people watching and trying to peak inside. Just before getting to them he stopped and looked at his partner.

“Watch and Learn.”

Morgan approached the young blonde who was dressed for a run, in skin tight pants and a shirt, headphones hanging loosely around her neck. (Y/n) stood in her spot a bit away from them as she listened in and focused on him. He couldn’t wipe that smile off his face the whole time, giving subtle flirty remarks back and forth with the girl as he asked his questions, it worked for him well, it really did. The way the blondes eyes raked his figure and how he soothed one of his hands over her arm to calm her down. He got what he needed from her ad walked back over to (y/n).

“See it’s not that hard.” He shrugged and glanced at the male witness. “Your turn princess.” He said and she gave a small smile before handing him her glasses and walking over to the guy.

He was dressed much more fitting for the neighborhood they were in, he wore a suit and had his hair fixed perfectly, shockingly perfect for the blood that covered his hands still.

“Hello you must be Mr.Corbet, “she said smiling at him and handing him a handkerchief to wipe his hands. “I’m (y/f/n) with the Behavioral Analysis Unit, of the FBI, mind if I ask you a few questions?” She said smiling at him, her smile was beautiful and radiant, seemed to real to be as fake as it was, she would have definitely had to practice that. But Morgan loved seeing it never the less.

“Of course, anything that helps.” He said taking the clothes from her hand and giving a small thank you before starting to answer questions. His answers lasted much long then the girls since he tried to revive the victim and saw a little bit of the unsub, but his flirty didn’t stop. (Y/n) didn’t notice it but Derek did. The way Mr.Corbit bit his lip as she wrote down his answers, and the way his eyes trailed her body and chest when she looked away, it made Morgan sick and he couldn’t figure out why. She was almost done when he heard the guy ask for her number ‘in case he remembered anything else’. That was when Morgan stepped it, laying his hand on the small of her back and smiling at the guy.

“Come on (y/n) there is something you gotta see.” He said before leading her away and into the house, putting her glasses back in her pocket as he did so. Once inside and alone she looked at him.

“What was that about?” She asked quietly.

“Don’t let them flirt with you like that...” he said before walking away leaving her dumbfounded in the living room.

—

That was almost a month ago, and (y/n) still hadn’t opened up to Morgan, but she had to tonight, they were partners again at a club. The club wasn’t far from Quantico so they were getting ready at head quarters.

(Y/n) wore a tight black dressed with her hair down, completely out of character for her, and Derek wore a nice suit the screamed he had money. (Y/n) was walking to Garcia’s bat cave at the moment in search for something to really complete the look. She was to focused on trying to get a bracelet on however to notice who was there.

“Hey Garcia do you have any lip gloss I can-“ she was cut off once she looked up and saw Derek standing there and not Garcia, he looked good, almost to good. “You’re not Garcia...”

“No I am not, but I can tell you the answer is yes, she told me to give this to you.” He said handing her a clear sparkly lip gloss.

“Thank you...” she said taking it, noticing her struggled with the bracelet he walked over and latched it for her, his hands gently moving over her skin as he did.

“I need you to stay close to me tonight okay?” He said calmly as he watched her face, how her eyes tried to look everywhere but him.

“Yea, of course...”

“Good... now let’s go, Buttercup.” He said walking with her. Once they got to the club the team went in one at a time, scattering to have eyes on (y/n) and Derek at all times. If everything went correctly the unsub would speak to (y/n), she was his type after all, (h/c) and (e/c), it was what he looked for in his victims. And she fit the bill, almost to perfectly for him to not go for her.

Everything was going smoothly but Derek could tell this was not (y/n)’s kinda crowd, and so when she excused herself for a drink he really didn’t think that much of it since he was close to the bar and everyone had eyes on her. She leaned over the bar and spoke to the bar tender quietly as a man approached her, he didn’t fit the profile so No one worried, specially when we could hear him over her Com.

“What’s a beautiful thing like you doing in a place like this?” He asked smiling at her, leaning over the bar. She blushed and let out a small giggle playing a long so no one knew she was an agent.

“I’m Andrew” he said holding out his hand,

“I’m -“ just as she was about to say her name and take his hand Derek stepped in, his hand grabbing Andrews in a firm hand shake and the other around (y/n)’s waist tightly.

“And I’m her boyfriend, nice to meet you.” He said smiling kindly at the guy who hurried away, Derek looked down at her raising a brow. “What was that?” He asked.

“Why do you care?” She asked looking back at him. He shook his head and they continued with the case.

—

Jefferson City, Missouri, it was late everyone was tired and they left in the morning, right now they were at the hotel getting some sleep, or supposed to be. And today (y/n) had had enough of ‘Derek to the rescue’ any time a man spoke to her. It was honestly tiring, but with her training or way of life she kept quiet, everytime he did it she didn’t say a word. She was trained not to speak or let things bother her, and sometimes she just couldn’t keep it in, so when she saw him at the ice machine she made sure to not look at him, because with one small step in the wrong way and she would loose her cap.

Though of course, he is Derek Morgan and he had to say something. “You okay Buttercup?”

She snapped.

“You know Morgan, I can defend myself! I don’t need you to run in every time you see someone talk to me! I’m an agent on this team, not just a random girl at a bar, you can’t just sweep me off my feet!” She yelled looking at him, he was taken back by her words but she wasn’t done. “I’m probably more qualified for this job then you are! With your little “watch and learn.” This and “ watch and learn” that! I don’t need your help! I was a fucking Spy for christ sake Morgan! I could take out anyone who laid a hand on me let alone speak to me!” She finished and let out a sharp breath looking down at him. When he didn’t reply fast enough she rolled her eyes and left the room going back to her room, leaving him completely dumbfounded by her comments.

He was taken from his thoughts by a laugh, looking over seeing Rossi who had saw the whole thing.

“You saw that?” Morgan said looking at him.

“From start time finish buddy.” He said patting his shoulder. “You should probably apologize...”

“For what?”

“It doesn’t matter, just apologize.” Rossi said looking at him. That’s how he found himself knocking on her door, which was a long way from his, 2 floors actually, so when she opened the door to see him instead of Reid who she did share the floor with, was a shock.

“Morgan...” she said before sighing, guilt riddled her face as she shook her head. “Look I’m so-“

“You’re a spy?” He said looking at her.

“Wow they really blacked out my file didn’t they...” she said moving away from the door letting him in. “Yea i was Interpol Intelligence...” she closed the door behind him and looked up at him. His eyes darted around her face trying to figure out if she was lying but he found nothing. She sighed and walked more into the room.

“I spent 8 years under cover, and I guess being quiet and submissive just became my thing after.” She say on the bed and looked up at him.

“Who else knows...” He asked quietly sitting next to her.

“You, Hotch, Rossi...” she said looking over to him, he chuckled rubbing his brow bone trying to process everything he was taking in. “ I needed something calm, something to get me back on my feet, so I ended up here.”

“What were you like before?” He asked his hand coming up rubbing circles onto her back. She looked at him and her eyes meeting his honeyed brown ones. Something about the way she looked at him in that moment, that moment of weakness. It sent him over his edge and he leaned forward kissing her soft lips. She kissed back almost instantly but pulled away and looked at him.

“You wouldn’t like the real me...” she said looking at him, and he shook his head.

“ teach me, teach me who you really are (y/n), please.” He said pulling her back into another kiss, her hands came up wrapping around his neck as she moved straddling his lap. His large hands moved down to her waist, gripping the skin the escaped her small pajama shirt. Their lips never left each other as they fell back onto the bed with her on top.

“We shouldn’t do this...” she said, and she clearly meant it but neither of them wanted to stop.

“If that’s what you want...” he said his hands not leaving her hips. “But I need you to know, that there won’t be a second that goes by I won’t regret walking out that door...”

“Don’t be to loud...” she said kissing his neck.

“Oh buttercup, you won’t need to worry about me, it’s you we should-“ he tried to flip her but she stood her grown and firmly pushed on his chest laying him back down.

“Watch and Learn Morgan....” she said before she started to grind onto his forming erection. It pulled groans from his lips like no other women has, yet she was silent and calm, she looked unfazed, and he almost thought she was until he felt the wet spot on his sweat pants causing his to grip her hips again.

“Come on baby, let me take care of you...” he said and she Tsked him and swatted his hands away.

“You want to learn the old me,” she said taking his hands tightly into hers and putting them above his head before pulling his hardened cock from his sweat pants. “The old me was Dominant,” she growled out as she grinned down on him harder, back and forth.

“Careless,” she moved side to side.

“And Independent...” she said before moving her shorts to the side and sliding down onto him, letting out a quiet yet satisfying moan of his name, as he stretched her walls and went deeper then any man has ever gone. She loved the feeling of him inside her, tearing her at the seams but she didn’t care, and neither did her. Specially not when she began to move up and down and rounding her hips as she rode him, her hands fell to his chest as she used it for leverage. He thought she was stunning as she used him, and she really did use him. It was the most pleasurable thing he’d ever felt as she rode his cock like it was her job, like she knew it like the back of her eye lids.

Part of him never wanted this to end, but it was his luck, the best women he’s ever had sex with, was his partner. The best women he’d ever felt or seen, and he’s not even seeing all of her, just what was exposed from her pajamas and what the moon light lit up. She was an angel really, she was so good at it it didn’t take him long to cum, and without warning.

He moaned out loudly almost yelling her name, she had to kiss him to muffle the moans he created as his thick seed coated her insides. It threw her over the edge as she came around him clawing at his chest as she did so. It was heaven for both of them, a fall they never thought they’d make. But the landed to quickly as she fell onto his chest and his arms found there way around her body. Kissing her head and layer back again closing his eyes.

“We are in so much trouble in the morning.” He said as he drifted off to sleep. She giggled and kissed his neck one last time.

“It’s your fault, loud mouth...”

Taglist: @hxldmxdxwn and the girl who anonymously requested it! 

[allyvampirelass29]

The December Man and His July Girl

A NOS4A2 Fanfiction A Paradise for the Lost Sequel By: Allyssa J. Watkins

Charlie Manx smirked into Ally's hair, kissing the halo shine of her resplendent curls, The Wraith roaring through a painted rapture of tree-lined mountain roads at sunset, the splendid collision of red and purple light dancing through the branches, and reflecting off the windows. The slight evening breeze soothed the sting of the radiating heat, and drifted through Charlie's rolled down driver's side, his nostrils flaring as he drank in the dusk and sundrenched pine.

"Oh Charles, how I've missed this......." Mrs. Manx reveled, falling into him, nestling her rosette crown of long, loose, curls against his shoulder as he drove, both of them luxuriating in the bold strokes of crimson, pomegranate, and violet light, and the sacred reverence in her voice was getting him drunk far more powerfully than even Abe's top shelf peppermint schnapps could accomplish. The way she looked right now, so alive, illuminated by the painted sky....... An impossible dream, far too beautiful to be had by the nightmare she loved.

"It's been an age, My Sweet........." Charlie nodded his raven head in agreement, his navy blue, flat-topped cap prim upon his magnificent waves, his smile, rare, and adoring. Here we are once more, taking the other captive, absconding to secret worlds, and yes, while I am at the wheel, I am all too happy to let you steal me away on this, our special six month anniversary. Giving chase, and playing Bonnie to my Clyde with those pesky federal agents? Why, My Dear, that's all just part of the fun. Of which you must remember, I am the president.......

"Riding in the Wraith with you, Charlie, the hum of the engine chasing our hearts, marveling at your side as you pilot the unseen pathways of the mind......." She sighed blissful, turning her cheek into his warmth, breathing the gingerbread and car exhaust that lingered seductively on his woolen chauffeur's coat, her happiness perfect. "It's unlike anything I've ever felt before, that elusive, transcendent belonging that breathes like destiny. "I'd follow you anywhere, Charles, to the edge of all creative thought, it's you, me, and the Wraith against the rest of the WORLD!!!!"

Charlie felt the trill in his heart, the fire in his coal black eyes stoked by these impassioned words, the breathlessness in her voice, unthawing the ice in his soul. Yes, My Divine...... I am your only destination, the inevitable journey. A love conspired in the dark, in the stars, bourne a hundred years ago in a graveyard, and here you are........ My Soulmate, bound to my inscape, held happily captive in my magic car.

"I could not have phrased it with more powerful eloquence, myself, Sugar Plum," He purred, draping his arm across her shoulders, his gloved nails raking through her dangling curls in long, slow, strokes.

"To the stars........ To the fractured moon and back, through universes vast, and snowcapped wonderlands......." He mused, waxing poetic, his voice like silk, and she melted beneath his lips, like ice on his tongue, as he kissed the top of her head, his nostrils flaring.

"I'm going to take you EVERYWHERE with me, Allyssa Jolene, inscapes, landscapes, seascapes, whether real or imagined, through perfect summers, and dazzling white winters, conquering them all, and leaving my whispers in the most secret places of your mind......."

His voice found its sharp edge, as she ran those soft, white fingers teasingly up his crimson waistcoat, circling around each button, before toying with the red silk of his cravat, loosening it, wanting it off him. Yes, ooooh YES, my, my, what a crafty minx kitten I have! Had I any idea our becoming fugitives would have so sultry an effect on my shy, sweet, wife, I might have considered giving those government buffoons a clue as to my whereabouts...... Charlie breathed harder, thankful that his Wraith could commandeer itself if need be........ Ready to take over, Ol' Boy? He thought sneakily, and it revved its enthused response. It would seem I'm about to become properly distracted........

"I've waited an immortal's forever to drive a girl like you too far....... " He rasped dangerously, her fingers trembling with the treacherous sound, and he pressed his tongue against the back of his teeth, lowering his lips to her ear with a salacious secret. "And I don't just mean in my car........."

He eyed her slyly, with a rakish eyebrow raise, and to her paralyzing delight, ripped his cravat from his neck, and hurled it in the backseat.

"Ohhhhh yes please, Charles.........." She purred, his Manx kitten, enamoured, reaching up to press her feverish lips into his cool, soft skin, writing her kisses with such masterful prowess. He snickered, deliciously, easing his leather boot off the gas pedal, even as the Wraith picked up speed, blurring through trees brushed with the sunset's palette, his hand falling away from the wheel, as he let his car, and his girl take control.......

Ally blushed as red as the hastily removed cravat, kissing her husband's elegant neck, running her fingertips down its pleasing slope, so happy she could die....... Her voice a forbidden ecstasy.

"I have not yet BEGUN to gallivant to my heart's content, Mr. Manx, driven too far by the dark allure of a mysterious chauffeur, and his majestic car, both of them, creating one irresistible menace......."

He could feel her escaped breath on his neck, as she spoke to, and coaxed his skin with her lovely lips, his own lips parting, his mouth falling open with his climbing passion, and while she was so delectably engaged otherwise, he advanced, poised to strike, one claw tangling in her curls, the other smoothing over the soft folds of her sundress, seeking out her black nylons.

"At your service, My Darling Girl, let your driver give you a ride to desire, as well as perusing imagination itself......... Your only fare to be paid, is the untouchable........."

Charlie seized her thigh, and her eyes fluttered their surprise, his voice a ravenous rasp, his sharp nails scratching against the smooth nylon, having shed both gloves, pulling her roughly into his lap, smirking wickedly as he mouthed the words.

"Where to, Miss.......?"

He kissed her hard, sneering with the force of his passion, sliding her fluttery hemline higher and higher up her thigh, grazing his talons across her nylons, digging them in, clutching the back of her curls, drinking in her ache, her drawn out, breathy murmurs with parched lips. He could feel it happening, knowing she had no method of defense against him, her surrender sweeter every time he tasted it, and he loved this...... taking his favourite Strong Creative and making her powerless.

Good show, Ol' Sport, he chortled mischievous in his mind, his eyes flashing with sinful urge, pressing harder into those painfully soft lips, punishing her with his kiss. You’re a Gent, My Dear Fellow, for allowing me to....... properly see to my wife. As they say...... Any man who can drive safely, while kissing a pretty girl, is simply not giving the kiss the attention it deserves. The Wraith revved its approval rather cheekily, winking one of its headlights, as it rounded the next bend in the road. Steering wheel spinning, it maneuvered them flawlessly though the evergreen, Charlie's car navigating confidently, while both driver and passenger lost themselves in each other.

Ally's whole body hummed with Charlie's intruding warmth, the demanding hunger in his kiss, and the tantalize of his talons as they wandered up her thigh, teasing the inside of it, before sneaking up over her bodice, and whisking just as teasingly against the neckline, his other hand falling through her curls, releasing them in a cascade shine over her freckled shoulder, flicking his thumb, and its sharp nail, up and down the back of her neck, feeding off her spine's tingle.

Their aching tenderness dissolved into reckless passion, and the kiss deepened with the womanly want of him, as she clutched the back of his raven head, her other hand, exploring his chest, her body's shy desire awakened, and he could sense it, smirking into her lips, with a furtive eyebrow raise. That's it....... Relinquish the control, you need me to take the wheel....... Oh Allyssa, I know all of your body's secrets....... You can't hide them from me.  I should take you right here........ in The Wraith, lay you back against my nice, leather upholstery, Ally, watch it brush against your bare skin, as I acquit your body of its every garment torturously slow, every delicate, porcelain inch revealed, as I acquaint myself intimate, fingers burning, sensuous lips lavishing innocent curves, taking what I do not deserve....... Becoming one with My Virgin Queen, in a naked sigh of dangerous ecstasy.

He growled, aroused, yanking her head back, forcing her to look at him, and reveal the anguished pleasure flooding shamefully through her delicate features, his dark smoulder piercing her soul, taking that quaint green meadow in her eyes and setting it ablaze.

Ally stared back through the black smoke of his ignited gaze, breathing her answer, letting the haze of him create a delirium.

"Wherever you are, Charles........."

She drifted her fingers through his glossy, raven waves, before straightening his chauffeur's cap, crowning her king, and with a playful bloom in her cheek, she tugged it flirtatiously forward, sounding just the way he liked........ A woman in love, weak with his touch.

"Drive me too far........ To the end of the world, to our own mutual destructions, just drive me, and take me with you always."

He felt his chest swell beneath his waistcoat, peering up at her from underneath the bill of his askew cap, smirking, and she rested her forehead against it, leaning in close, with a besotted grin.

"What say you, Charlie?"

"I say you've made a fine choice, Ally Manx," He quipped, but his coy cleverness flooded with his very real emotion, and the sharp edge in his gaze, fell away, leaving behind warm, soft, brown eyes. "I'm sure I can........ Accommodate you in this request."

"My, what exceptional service!!!" She whispered back, her green, Christmas tree eyes, merrily alight, glistening with the love he never dared hope she'd have for him in return. The love he thought he'd have to take, steal, pry from her unwilling heart, she now burned with for him, in enticing flame. No trick, no ploy, no female masquerade of it. This was the love neither Cassie, nor even Jolene had ever looked at him with........ A love that wasn't a lie.

The Wraith rolled smoothly through a wide open, forest green, wing-tipped gate, and trundled up the steep slope of a narrow gravel road, while driver and passenger succumbed to another indulgent kiss, Charlie cradling Ally's face in his claws, both jostled by the rumble of the drive, yet neither took any notice, as they ascended further into the trees.

The fiery, bold strokes of coloured light were nearly faded now, the painted sky yielding to the night, and the surrounding woods invited the falling dusk.

Charlie felt their lips part, both of them chasing their breath, as he clung to her, the tender dark outside spilling in through his rolled down window, the rest of the world, forgotten, as he held the woman he loved, in the car that had saved him, feeling the same innate, lifeblood link to them both.

"We've arrived, haven't we, My Joy? I can feel it....... in the excited thrum of your heart......." He whispered tenderly, brushing his nose against the flush of her cheek.

"Hide me away........ Show me your world, Allyssa Jolene."

**********

The moon was uncommonly pretty, and just as bizarrely bright, as Ally and Charlie walked hand in hand through the calming dark, trees casting shadows across their faces, their flashlights dancing as they moved together, two silhouettes belonging to the tender night.

"It's perfect, My Sweet," Charlie cooed breathily, as the log cabin came into view, emerging from the darkness as though from the depths of dark water.

"I knew you'd love it, Charles!!!" Ally exclaimed beaming and bubbly, squeezing him tight into a hug, and he ushered her into his embrace, his night sky features etched in white moonlight.

"Your childhood woodland cabin could not be more perfect for our anniversary getaway, Dear Girl, I am most impressed........" He smirked at her, with a gentle eyebrow raise....... I can just see you here, aged nine, scampering about through the lush green fauna the same proliferous hue as your eyes, an eternal summer encircled, dark brown curls bouncing, adventure in your heart.

Ally's face shined even paler and luminous than the supernatural moon, as she hugged his neck, overwhelmed by the wonder of him, brushing her lips against his, both of them bathed in moonlight.

"That's so beautiful, Charles!!! Oh yes, how frightfully well you know your lucky bride. While at home I much preferred to keep indoors, kept company by a good book, at the cabin....... I craved adventure, roving through the wooded hills, collecting pinecones and wildflowers, making up games and imaginary foes."

"That's my daring, imaginative girl," He whispered to her lips, teasing them with a faint whisper of a kiss. "Creating worlds within yours already at so young an age, such a beautiful child, even then a living doll."

He bit his lip, looking at her innocently, which she found all too irresistible.

"Confession?"

Ally giggled, feigning reprimand, with playfully accusing eyes. "Oh no!!! What did you do?"

Charles smiled guiltily, gliding his fingers through her curls, remarking how fine she looked, how delicate, in her short black sundress, covered in white hearts, contrasting spectacularly with her dove white skin.

"I stole something......." He said softly, and she broke out into an even sweeter grin, curls falling silkily against her cheek. "Ah yes, you naughty boy, you mean besides my heart and hand?"

He smiled fondly, but the guilt still glinted in his dark eyes. "Yes, My Love. Not heart, nor hand, nor pen...... I took them....... photographs of you as a darling child, my living doll in miniature. I took them from your childhood home, from the picture album left behind. I hope you do not find it odd, I am just so taken with my white rose, delighted beyond measure to see her as a tiny rosebud."

Ally shook her curls bewildered, her green eyes impossibly wide. "You took pictures of me? From my old house on Canyon Hill? Charlie nodded somberly, expecting her wary chastisement, but was happily disappointed when she broke into a wonderstruck grin instead.

"You didn't! That's so sweet of you, My hopelessly romantic husband, my GOD........ I'm so lucky to have a man that loves and aches to know my every age and stage."

"You're not cross......?" Charles murmured unbelieving as she drifted her fingers through the black silk strands at the forefront of his slicked coif.

"No!!! Not at all!!! I am rather....... dazzled, and desperately undeserving of such gracious attentions." She blushed apple red, bowing her head shyly. "I told mother she had forgotten one of the albums in the move, when I was fifteen...... We thought it lost forever. Ally smiled sadly, something lost, something forlorn in her eyes. "No one lives there now....... My own little universe of primrose paths and a shady oak, nestled within a chain-link fence, is just an empty shell now. The once manicured lawn grown over with unruly weeds, from the neglect, the primrose bushes bared of their bloom." She shook her head sheepishly. "But, of course, you know this...... You were there......"

"Yes." Charles answered in a single breath. "A great many times, even when it was your universe, just as you described. But even decades later amidst the forlorn ruin, I still found traces of you..... The special little girl who lived in the pink house with the blue trim in the middle of the street. A pink Barbie bike left on the premises, coloured pictures in crayon hidden out by the cluster of pine trees in the corner. A pink sandal, without a mate in the flowerbed........"

Ally blushed deeper, looking at him in the way he so loved, like he was magic. "That was my special hiding place in the corner of the yard, by the biggest pine next to the electrical box."

"I know......."

"Which ones did you take, of the pictures?"

"The Christmas ones," He chortled, touching her feverish face. The one with you in the teal nightgown, posing in front of a colouring table, another of you hugging a life size Barbie with white-blonde, unusually long hair, and finally......... One of you, a little bit older, cradling in your arms a sweet black pup. Jewel, I think was her name, your favourite Christmas present, so says your mother's handwriting on the back........"

"Second favourite.........." Ally murmured in a sacred whisper, taking Charlie's hand, as she kissed the back of his fingers. "I adored Jewel, treasured every happy, romping moment with her, but YOU are my favourite Christmas present, Charles."

Charlie felt the emotion swelling in his chest, shimmering in his brightened eyes, his brow pulled back, soft. "I was gifted to you Christmas Day, wasn't I? We said our, "I do's," at midnight that magical Christmas Eve."

"Never was there a prettier wedding, nor a more devastatingly handsome groom. I'm glad you took them, Charles....... I'm glad...... you took me."

Charlie felt the tears fall and watched her Christmas tree eyes glisten likewise, scrunching his dark brow against hers, as he took her lips in a raw, emotional kiss.

Ally's tears mingled with his, each wearing the other's on their cheeks, and then he just held her, wrapping his arms tight around her feminine form with a heartfelt sigh.

"As am I...... Wife. My dove white couplet to a peculiar little poem that's long been unfinished. I've never known love like you......."

He gestured his gloved hand out to the charming cabin, waiting inviting in the distance, the peak of the eves decorated by diamond stars.

And now, here, in the setting of your happiest girlhood adventures, as the rest of the world falls away, leaving only immortal Adam and his evergreen Eve, shall we celebrate this love, this rosebud of a lovely, laughing little girl, who became the full bloom of My Beloved Wife, six months ago to the day. The December Man and his July Girl.

[wu-sisyphus-gang]

Motion Sickness Chapter 48

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It was a cold long ride to Atlas. Cold. And long. I said nothing to the pilot and he said nothing to me. I just sat with my luggage on my lap in the back of the plane. I had nothing but my thoughts to keep me company as I got closer and closer to my home kingdom.

I sat and worried. What if the General didn't let Ruby and the others join Ozpin? My fears weren't as dissuaded as I wanted them to be.

The worst part was I was an overthinker. I over-thought about it the whole way there. It was an eight hour flight, no less. And I had nothing but depressing thoughts to keep me awake and aware.

"Atlas ground control to unidentified vessel. Please identify," came through the radio.

"This is XTR-niner-niner-ought-two. Callsign ought-five-six-six-niner-eight. We've got Weiss Schnee onboard. Requesting permission to land."

"Granted. Did you say Weiss Schnee?"

"Affirmative."

"We roger that XTR. We'll have company waiting for you."

We came in low over the floating city and swept in for a landing near Atlas Academy.

The plane hovered to a stop and descended. With it descended my stomach. I was alone and hundreds of miles from Ruby.

The back of the ship opened. I stood with my things and departed at once.

"Weiss? You're alright." An even voice availed me.

It was my sister surrounded by armed robots and waiting near the airstrip. She was as tall as ever with crystal blue eyes and snow-white hair.

My sister sounded relieved.

"Winter." I acknowledged. "It's good to see you again. I've got a special message for General Ironwood. It's urgent."

"For Ironwood?" She asked. "What could you possibly need to talk to him about? Weiss the general is a busy man-"

"It's about the maidens. And the relics. He'll make time for it. I am sure," I hedged a working bet. My sister was in a position to know about Ozpin's secrets. I was willing to bet that she did, now that I knew myself.

The only beings within earshot were machines and they'd never tattle on us to anyone. Winter's eyes widened with something like shock.

"Oh. Then you must come with me immediately." She led the way into the academy. "How do you know about the relics Weiss? And the maidens?"

"Ozpin told me. But like I said I have to talk to Ironwood. I have a message for him. It's the only reason I took the ship ride here."

She swiped a key card on one of the doors and led me all the way to the headmaster's office. I'd been there before. I knew the way. It was back from when I considered Atlas Academy as an alternative to Beacon and I was given a tour of the place.

"General, my sister says she has an urgent message for you. It's why she came. It's about the relics and maidens."

The general turned to look at me. He looked as I remembered. Maybe a bit more grey hair. The stress of Beacon afflicted him, giving him a bit of Marie Antoinette syndrome. He was tall and half metal with a long sleeve over his metal side.

He was sharply dressed as I'd ever seen him. His arms were crossed behind his back, looking crisp.

"I'm supposed to tell you the 'king has castled.'" I told him. His face shifted. Growing at once more interested from confused.

"What? Where?" He demanded.

"Back in Argus with Qrow."

"Ozpin and Qrow…" he murmured. "I'll send a ship there immediately. What's the status of the relic of knowledge?"

"We don't know. We think Salem has it," I answered. "Leonardo Lionheart turned on us. He betrayed Ozpin to Salem."

"That's terrible news." The general steepled his fingers.

"The relic here is safe though, isn't it? Ozpin was worried about this one next."

"It's secure." He said so quietly I had to strain to hear him. "What about the spring maiden?"

"She fell. Cinder Fall, the new fall maiden became the new spring maiden. She's very powerful now."

"That's even worse news."

"Yes… sir, about my friends with Ozpin… will you allow them into the country?"

"They know about the relics and maidens as well?"

I nodded crisply. I felt almost like I was a young girl talking to my father. It was frightening.

"Then it can't be helped." He nodded. Lights on his implant flickered. "You did well to bring me this information. We'll see about getting you set up in a room within the academy. You should rest easy, now. I'll handle things from here."

I exhaled a sigh of relief.

"There's more, sir." I began. He'd begun to turn his attention away from me and hesitated. "We were betrayed by a student too. Ozpin suspected he was a sleeper agent. A man named Jaune Arc. I'm not sure if that matters to you but it's something to be aware of. He's the one with the relic of knowledge. We think he's bringing it to Salem. He's very dangerous. I also have the identities of two more of Salem's agents. A Tyrian Callows and Hazel Rainart, I have their fighting styles, weapons, and a description of them both."

"You've been through a great deal…"

"No more than anyone else since Beacon's fall and Black-Out day," I dismissed.

"Even still I had hoped to keep people as young as you out of the conflict. I wasn't so successful myself. You know Penny Polendina."

"It became a necessity. Ozpin was out of options after he died. He's in a body called Oscar now. And yes sir, I know her. She's alive?"

He smiled and nodded. "You can tell Winter about Salem's agents. It's good to hear from Ozpin. I'd been worried. I must arrange for his and Qrow's extraction," he phrased it like a kind of order and I had to resist the urge to give some kind of salute. My own military background having been raised in Atlas at the forefront of my mind.

"And my friends." I interrupted. It was a bit of a sticking point for me, I overcame my desire to salute and intruded anyways.

"Yes, of course," Ironwood agreed. He seemed to sense my anxiety about it. His voice was unusually gentle.

"Come with me Weiss," Winter said. "I'll tell you about the winter maiden and the staff of creation, if that's alright, sir?"

Ironwood dismissed us with a curt nod and Winter snapped off a salute before gently pulling me away.

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Winter led me beneath the school to the vault. There the staff of creation hung and suspended with it was the massive chunk of earth and ice the city floated on top of. "So the staff is what keeps the city floating? I always thought it was dust."

"That's the official story. But Ozpin showed the previous headmaster how to use the staff to levitate the city."

"How's this possible?" I was still tired from the flight but I had energy enough to be amazed at one of the relics in action.

"The staff is an unlimited source of power. Although it's limited to one task at a time. It and it's vault are set up in a circuit with the engines to help the city hover."

"That's amazing. It costs nothing and keeps the city safe. The relic of knowledge was similarly incredible."

I was able to look out and see gondolas on guide wires to the lower city.

"Oh?"

"It allows the user to ask any question of the lamp. Only three questions every one hundred years. We're afraid of what Jaune will do with it."

"Your friend who turned on you?"

"Yes." I breathed. "It's been hard."

"How are you holding up with that knowledge?"

"It's been difficult. My best friend was in love with him. Is in love with him. His betrayal came out of nowhere."

"Are you sure the rest of your friends can be trusted? You were rather insistent that your teammates join us here."

"I trust my teammates with my life."

"As you trusted this Jaune?"

"As Ozpin trusted Leonardo. Mistakes happen," I defended.

"Leonardo was a coward," Winter turned her nose up. "You could smell it on him."

I walked up and pressed a hand against the vault. The staff of creation was a beautiful object. A blue crystal wreathed in gold and mounted on a pillar of bronze, it was gorgeous. I'd only gotten a glimpse at the relic of knowledge but it was similarly intriguing.

"My teammates aren't cowards. And neither was Jaune. He was obsessive. That was his downfall."

"You defend him in this?"

"My partner and I think Salem did something to him." I stepped away from the crystal of the vault.

"Your partner who is in love with him?"

"That's right," I was adamant. "I know it sounds crazy. I know it sounds like an entangled mess of emotions but there are things about it that don't add up. Inconsistencies in his betrayal and personality which make no sense. I believe in her. I believe in him."

"You're right. It does sound like an entangled mess."

I glared at my sister. "Jaune was obsessive and one day he was killing and dying for us and the next he was turncoat."

"Traitorousness is the hardest to wrap our minds around because it often comes from those we least suspect. Betrayal is by its very nature unexpected."

"Maybe. Do you want to hear about Salem's other agents?"

"You've yet to give me a description of Jaune Arc."

"Tall, blonde, and muscular, blue eyes and about six-foot-one, maybe six-foot-two. He uses a broadsword that can turn into a shield with a longsword."

Winter sighed. "Weiss…"

"His semblance is called Limit Breaker. It's a charge which let's him elevate to a form where he is stronger and faster. He can do all manner of things with the charge. Fly, for example. And spend it on an attack or movement."

"Weiss it sounds like you, too, are muddled in this."

"I'm doing alright."

"Are you?"

"I-" I hesitated. "I liked him. As a person. The personality he developed. Who he became. The sacrifices he was willing to make for us. I got comfortable. It took me by surprise. Caught me off guard. He used to fancy me and I always felt like a good judge of character. He changed between Beacon and when I saw him again. I liked what I saw in him."

"And your friend?"

"She's hurting but we can get through it together."

"It's as I said. You're ensnared. You're too close to the issue. You need to look at things dispassionately."

"I don't know if I can do that with this. Could you do it if it was someone you cared about?"

"I have my duty," Winter insisted.

"Easy for you to say now." I sounded tired to my own ears. I didn't believe Winter. Maybe she never let herself get close to someone. It would be easy to do if you never had to try, I suppose. "I thought I'd be able to do it too. Now that it's happened to me it's clear that I can't. I have to stand with my partner."

"You're in pain."

"That's life." I pulled at my ponytail and tightened it.

"I hate seeing you like this. It sounds like you're not letting it go."

"I can't release it that easily. Jaune had a partner who died. He talked about getting revenge for her against the agents of Salem. We even talked about how he wanted to be able to let go for her. I think I understand what he meant now."

"I see. You're unwilling to compromise on this issue."

"I am." I agreed. "If time heals all wounds then I need more time."

"Tell me about the other agents of Salem."

"You already know of Cinder, the spring and fall maiden. She fights with glass and dust woven into her clothes. She's incredibly dangerous. Even before she added the spring maiden's power to her own. Jaune fought her before then. His power made him nearly as lethal."

"We have records of her. You keep coming back to Jaune."

"He's intertwined in my story," I dismissed easily. "Tyrian Callows is a scorpion Faunus. He fights with clawed submachine guns. His aura is purple. I fought him at Haven. His eyes are gold and his hair is brown. Hazel Rainart is eight-foot, maybe taller. He fights with his fist and by infusing himself with dust. He has brown hair and brown eyes."

"Do you know either's semblance."

"When I fought Tyrian I didn't catch it. Ozpin said Hazel's was a pain-numbing agent. It allowed him to infuse himself with more dust than your average person could tolerate."

"You've been through a lot since you left father's estate."

"You have no idea. You mentioned the winter maiden."

"I did."

Winter led me back through the Atlas Academy. We arrived at a medical facility. We passed armed guards, security cameras, and robots. A door slid open before us and she gestured inside. I followed her direction and looked down through what I could only assume was a one-way mirror.

"This is Fria."

She pointed down at a woman in a cot. There was a sink and kitchenette in the room as well as two tubes with cables between them.

"She's the winter maiden." I identified.

"She is. She could pass any day now.  Until that happens I'm the only person she's allowed to see."

"Then Ironwood's chosen you. You'll be the new winter maiden. Cinder will come after you."

"You believe she won't stop at two?"

"She didn't stop at one. Why would she slow down now?"

"I suppose…" Winter mulled that over.

"How long have you known?"

"Since Beacon fell."

"And that doesn't bother you? Ironwood groomed your entire military career just for the purpose of becoming a maiden. Don't you feel like you never had any choice? And you want to lecture me about things getting muddled? Jaune mentioned to me that Ozpin was probably looking at me and my team to be maidens and it set off red flags for me. And the more I thought about it, the more I realized he was right. My team and I are ideal candidates. Powerful, talented, and already armed with knowledge."

"It did bother me at first. But the more I thought about it, the more I saw it as a privilege. It's a chance for me to do some real good for Atlas, for Remnant."

"I think you're ensnared by the general. Closing the borders down rather than helping the rest of the world, what is he thinking?"

"I-I'm not sure if I'll be allowed to tell you. There is a greater plan in play, I assure you, Weiss. Things are not as short-sighted as they may seem."

"I should hope not. Ozpin said he was worried for Ironwood next. If Ironwood starts going against Ozpin's orders things will be bad to say the least. Closing the borders is only frustrating things between Atlas and the rest of the world. Ironwood had better have a plan, and it had better be a damn good one."

"I'll see about getting clearance to talk about it with you."

"Thank you."

"I agree with the general's plan. I hope that you will too. Now I must ask what you intend to do?"

"What do you mean?"

"You're in Atlas. You're a huntress and from the sound of things you're never going back to live under father."

"Never again. No," I said, quiet but sure.

"So what will you do?"

"I'll do what my team and I have been doing. Protecting and serving the people of Remnant."

"How?"

"There's bound to be no shortage of jobs for those of us in the know. The Grimm are always coming. Salem's agents are at the gates at all times. My team and I have seen them. Those real monsters of humanity."

"You won't go back to school?"

"If I went back to school it would only be to teach. And even then…" It wouldn't be anytime soon. I wanted to fight.

"That would be a good career choice for you." Winter smirked.

I nodded. "For now, though, I just don't see it."

"Very well. I'm sure the general will be happy to have you and your team aboard."

"I'm sure he will be. Team RWBY is a force to be reckoned with."

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-WG

[mando-vibes]

Shiver

Series: To Him, with Love (Part 2)

(Part 1) (Part 3)

Pairing: Javier Peña x female reader

Summary: After Pablo Escobar is gone Javier finally returns home.

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Angst, slow burn, there will be smut

A/N: Thank you all for all the kind things on the first part. It made my week. I do hope you like this part as well, tell me your thoughts! The song that goes with this part as they dance I highly recommend listening to while reading called “Crimson and Clover” and as said before I ALSO TAKE REQUEST FOR JAVI AND MANDO SO FEEL FREE TO SUBMIT WHATEVER YOUR HEART DESIRES!

Ah, now I don’t hardly know her

But I think I could love her

12 years prior

It had only been a matter of two hours since you had seen your brother, Damon, but to your mother who was now pacing the dining room screaming at you, well it seemed like days. This was how the cycle was for you being the eldest and much more mature sibling. You remember the night two years ago when Damon had driven your father’s 61’ Ferrari right into the town’s local bank high out of his mind.

 “(Y/N) I expect many things out of you. You know that. And one is to take care of family no matter what.” She had said that night.

 Now things were full circle and it was you who received the punishment once again for Damon’s whereabouts. Your mother finally shifted from the dining room and into the pantry using the phone to call whomever she thought could help. A knock on the door startled you from your roaming thoughts, making you turn towards the door and open it. Just outside was your friend Coraline. Her blonde hair laid curly and pinned up and she had a small sparkly dress that reached her mid thigh. 

“Hey babe, I just found out about this party and I guess it’s at some macho guys place. Wanna check it out? We never go out.” Coraline insisted. But before you could answer for yourself your mother had entered the door frame behind you.

“She’d love to, come in dear while (Y/N) gets ready. Your brother might be there.” She said, a smile laid sickly on her fake expression. You sighed, motioning for Coraline to come in.

 You weren’t the type of person to go to parties at all. In fact out of all your 18 years you had not been to any type of party. Your family on the other hand, have been so famous from your mother’s career in modeling, it made it hard to avoid parties. Socializing wasn’t your strongsuit and you weren’t even of age to drink. You decided to just make it your mission to find Damon and leave. It’s what your mother wanted anyway.

Hurryingly you found a skirt and long sleeve shirt to wear. Coraline told you it would be the closest thing to a somewhat college girl party goer you would look like. You fixed your hair, pinning it up like Coraline’s and decided on minimal makeup. It was no time to impress anyone, just time to fit in with the crowd. 

“I think it is time for you two to go. Find Damon (Y/N) or I will not be happy.” Your Mother mumbled the last part under her breath and handed you her keys. 

You sighed, taking them into your hand and holding them tight, “I will make you happy. I promise.”

***

The drive to the party was not that long but the information you gathered from Coraline was that it was for mostly college graduates celebrating their success. It wasn’t surprising information but it made you even more anxious given how young you both were. You noted to keep an eye on Coraline so that she would not get taken advantage of by any of these guys.

Once you entered the small tavern you immediately found Damon. He was on top of the pool table raising a glass of unknown alcohol and yelling, “One for the DEA! I love drugs too!” over and over again. You gathered the courage to push through the crowds of men and pull at your brother’s pant leg.

 “Damon! Damon! Come on!” You yelled but the music was too loud.

Before you could make much more of a fool of yourself a pair of big hands covered yours and pulled them off of Damon’s jean sleeves. This gesture made you angry and you turned around to see the stranger who detested your moves. Your eyes sprung to life once you saw the man who was now looking at you.

He appeared to be in his mid twenties maybe. Dark hair and even darker eyes. The man had a thin mustache and stubble that spread across his jawline. He was beautiful, wearing a simple red and white checkered button up and dark jeans making it appear that he was older. You could drink him all day if you were allowed to. You didn’t have much experience with men or dating life in general since your waking hours were more focused on your mother and Damon’s antics.

“This is Damon (Y/L/N). You can’t go at him like that. I got him.” He said softly.

In a trance like state you nod and watch as the man helps Damon to his wobbly feet without any hesitation. He is laughing with Damon but you cannot make out what they were saying. With that, you watch as the stranger takes Damon upstairs and comes back down and throughout that whole time his gaze never really left you. He could have stared at the other pretty girls through the crowd who’d be more than willing to go home with him but he didn’t.

“I own the Tavern. He’s in my spare room hopefully sleeping it off. Looks like you could use a drink. What do you like?” He tentatively asked, furrowing an eyebrow.

Snapping out of your trance state, you blush and look down, away from his dangerous gaze. “I don’t know what I like.” You stated but instead of being disappointed the man simply goes towards the bar and asks for two whiskeys on the rocks.

When he came back he had the glasses, handing you one and begins talking.

“My name is Javier. I’m the new DEA agent your brother was so proudly shouting about. I don’t like drugs as you’ve been convinced.”

You smiled, twirling the ice in your glass out of nervousness. This man was toxic and you hadn’t even touched him.

“My name is (Y/N). I am that idiot’s sister and I came here tonight in search of him.”

Javier chuckled, tapping his glass to yours and then chugging it. You suppose you should do the same. The night stayed like that, Javier buying you drinks and him tapping his glass to it. You both talked about his new job and how stupid your brother could be. It was a game between you and him that made you feel special for the first time in your 18 years. Someone was actually interested in you. You wasn’t sure what it exactly meant but you felt so warm after the third one that you thought maybe it was love juice because all you wanted to do was climb on Javier’s strong thighs and tell him that you were his.

“Let’s dance.” Javier stated and you complied moving your hips to the beat everlessly.

He took the lead, coming closer but yet having a mutual respect to stay within the limits your body showed. Out of all the girls he could’ve had grinding on him you didn’t understand why he was okay with the lack of contact you instilled. 

“Maybe we should dance with other people.” You say matter-of-factly.

“Do you want to?” Javier asks, voice soaked in what you could only determine to be hurt.

You smiled, wanting the assurance that this is what exactly he wanted. “No, I like your button ups better than the other gentlemen here.” 

Javier chuckled, taking one hand and brushing it on the curve of your jaw. God you wanted him to touch you. It felt almost like extinct when you settled into his warm palm.

“And out of all the girls here- I picked the prettiest on accident. So I do have that going for me. But you do dance for shit.”

You blushed and rolled your eyes. Just as his other hand traveled to your waist a slower song began playing. You gather the strength to put your hands on his shoulders and caress them just as his hand had to your face. It all felt like a lul of a dream. It all felt good and you’d never danced so close to someone like this. Both your bodies had found their way to each other and his buttons tickled your navel.

Javi was in for it and he knew that. He wanted to kiss you, your breaths were already sharing the same air it seemed. But seeing as the way you were dressed you weren’t looking for that kind of entertainment tonight. Hell, he supposed that you weren’t looking for a dance but yet here you both were looking at each other as if you both were the last people to ever exist. 

He knew he needed to make a move before you slipped from his fingertips but all he could manage was caressing your facial features, dipping a hand at the nape of your neck. Your noses were practically touching and Javi never thought touching someone could feel this intimate but here they both were laying it out just like the romance movies made it feel. It made him scared and excited all at once.

Never had he met such a dominant girl like yourself. The way you walked in a bar full of mostly men and demanded for your brother turned him on to where he had to fix himself before everyone could see it to. This little girl, all hell bent on wanting what she thought was hers. Javi was a dead man at the sights of it.

Before he knew it, the slow song had ended and you were falling from his fingertips just as he thought you would. Damon came crashing down the stairs, yelling at a couple girls who swooned at him. Where was the hardass? The Javier Peña who was known for getting what he wanted. Javier hoped for you to return to him when things wouldn’t be so timely. But he was a man, a DEA agent at that. And he only had just met you so why did he shiver just looking into this little girl’s eyes?

“Looks like it’s time for me to hit it. Thanks for a dance Javi.” You said.

He nodded, mind racing and heart yearning. Javier knew that he was fucking in for it the moment he grabbed your hands to warn you, but he was good at not showing feelings and keeping his cool.

 “Goodbye Cinderella, maybe again?” He enquired.

You laughed at his joke, brushing through the crowd towards Damon. He had already downed a third of a beer and was about to take a shot with Coraline.

“Yeah,” You snorted, what would be the odds?

“Maybe.”

And at that Javier found another girl to occupy his racing thoughts and you pushed your brother and Coraline out the door.

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[glenncoco4]

Not Soon Enough

A/N: Chapter 16 of Meant to Be. 

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He’s woken by a buzzing sound right next to his ear. When he finally realizes that it’s his phone ringing he reaches out and is surprised by whose face is on the screen. His eyes dart over to the right side of the bed where his fiancé currently is not.

“Good morning, handsome.”

He can hear the smile in her voice, stunning him for a minute because as cheesy as it may be today’s the first day of the rest of their life. “Hey, where are you?”

“Well, Chloe and I just picked up our dresses and are headed to my parents’ house. She’s so excited.” Kensi says laughing because she’s that happy.

He lays back down resting his head on his pillow as he thinks about when he and his soon to be wife told their little girl that they were getting married.

(September 7, 2014)

They’re sitting on the couch after dinner all curled up as they watch the toys join hands and wait for their fiery demise. Soon the room is filled with sniffles, needing the comfort that she can only get from the two of them, Chloe turns to her parents with tears in her eyes.

“Oh, baby.” Kensi reaches over wiping her daughter’s tear stained cheeks and pulls her into her lap unable to stop her own tears.

He’s solely focused on his two girls as their tears continues to fall. As he watches his fiancée pull the little brunette in her arms he can’t help but do the same. Taking hold of Kensi’s arm, he pulls her towards him.

Knowing exactly what he’s doing, she maneuvers herself and sits in his lap, curling herself into him as Chloe does the same to her. “We’re a mess.”

Marty runs his fingers through her brown locks trying to sooth her as much as possible as they continue to watch the scene play out.

The watch in suspense as the claw comes out of nowhere scooping up the beloved friends bringing a resounding sigh of relief through the house. A few minutes later and Bonnie is left with the toys as they begin their new adventure and speaking of new adventures.

Marty looks down at the two brunettes with a neutral expression trying his best not to give anything away. “I think we should celebrate.”

The first grader perks up. If she gets a chance to get her favorite dessert then she’s gonna take it. “Ice cream?!”

“I love where your head’s at, sweet girl, and ice cream for sure but…..your daddy and I were thinking about something else.”

Her tiny brow furrows wondering what it could possibly be. “What?”

“Well what do you think about your mom and I getting married next Sunday?”

“Really?!”

They both nod affirming her question. “Really.”

She squints for a second as if she’s trying to put something together and then as if a lightbulb in her head goes off the puppy eyes make themselves known. “Can there be an ice cream cake?”

Kensi’s eyes go wide and she quickly turns towards her soon to be husband almost giving herself whiplash. “Oooh, can there?!”

The blonde laughs, they wouldn’t be his girls if food wasn’t on their minds. “Anything for my girls.”

(Present)

“Aw, but why aren’t you here?” He pouts, going back to the fact that it’s their special day and he really wants to be with her.

“You know exactly why.”

“Happy wedding day, wifey.”

“Happy wedding day, babe.”

He takes a quick look at the clock on the wall already counting down the minutes until he can see her again. “So I’ll see you guys in about four hours?”

Kensi’s heart flutters at the fact that he’s counting down until they see each other again. It’s only been 8 hours since they said goodnight in their own way and honestly it’s been the longest 8 hours of her life. “Yes, and I put your khakis and that blue button down I love in the bathroom. They’re hanging on the door.”

He know he’ll be a blubbering mess once he sees her and he’ll most definitely be at a loss for words but she needs to know this. “The way I feel when I am with you…I just-I can’t wait to marry you, Kens.”

“Me either.” She takes a deep breath because if she doesn’t she’s gonna pass out, damn her fiancé and his way with words. “Listen, I have to go before Chloe has another meltdown.”

“Another meltdown?”

“Yeah, she said everything has to look perfect for her mommy and daddy.”

He huffs a laugh. Their girl is a bit of a control freak even at seven years old. “We’re gonna have our hands full when she gets older.”

“Indeed we are.”

“Okay, I’ll let you get to it then.” He doesn’t want to say goodbye but the sooner he does the sooner they can both get ready and meet each other at the end of the aisle. “I love you, baby.”

“I love you, too, handsome.” She’s just about to end the call when a lightbulb goes off in her head. “Oh, and there may be a surprise for you in the living room.”

“Oh, really?”

“Bye.”

“Bye, beautiful.”

After hanging up the phone he hurriedly gets out of bed, slips on his boxers and runs down the hallway more excited than a kid on Christmas morning. He’s search the living room, looking on and under every piece of furniture but nothing is sticking out.

“Hey there, sleepyhead.”

His head snaps towards the very unexpected yet very familiar voice as his brother walks out of the kitchen with a piece of bacon in his hand. “Callen? How did-“

“I get here?”

“Yeah.”

“Well about five days ago I got a call from a fiery brunette about how my brother was getting married and I’d better get my ass to LA or else.” Callen laughs when he remembers the phone call from Kensi whose so clearly in love with his brother. “I gotta tell you, Marty, your fiancé is not a woman I want to mess with.”

That’s when the CIA agent loses him as Marty drift off into dream land thinking about what’s waiting for him at the beach.

XXXX

She rests her head on her husband’s chest as they sway back and forth to the music coming from the small white tent a few feet away. The past week has been a whirlwind but she wouldn’t have it any other way. Her life had never been rainbows and unicorns but when she had Chloe all of that changed. She loves her little girl with all her heart but something inside her was still missing, they were missing that piece of the puzzle that would complete their family. For six years she’d all but given up on finding a man that would love, respect and treat her like she deserved to be treated. A man that would love her little girl as if she were his own. Then one day, 373 days ago to be exact, he abruptly came into their lives and changed their entire world. She had found that missing piece.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” He places a kiss to the top of her head breathing in the scent that is so uniquely her.

“Just feeling content that’s all.”

“Oh, it wouldn’t have anything to do with the way my ass looks in these khakis would it?”

She bites her lip when he says what she was thinking the first time she saw him in the particular pair of pants. Why else would she pick them out for him to wear on their wedding day. “You’re an idiot.”

“Yeah, but I’m your idiot, Kensi Deeks.”

Resting her chin on his chest, she looks up at him so mesmerized by this moment.

He looks down at her getting a full view of the beautiful face that he’ll get to wake up to every morning for the rest of his life. “What?”

“We’re married.”

“We are. Are you happy?”

She smiles as he leans forward closing the distance between their lips for an all consuming passionate kiss. When air becomes scarce they both pull back panting. “Deliriously.”

“Me too.”

“I love you.”

“I love you more, wifey.”

“Don’t start a fucking battle you can’t win.”

“Oooh, save some of the dirty talk for tonight.” He wiggles his eyebrows at her but he’s unprepared for the seductive gleam that is shining in her eyes as she bites her bottom lip.

Before she has a chance to respond they hear the sound of a small voice being carried by the wind. Kensi pulls back from her husband’s embrace and smiles at the sight of their little girl running towards them with something in her hand.

“Daddy! Daddy!”

“Hey, princess, what’s up?”

“I got something for you.”

“You do? What is it?”

Kensi remains curled up in Marty’s side resting her head against his shoulder as she watches the tiny brunette hand him a piece of paper.

His eyes immediately see the bold black words at the top of the page and tears begin to flood his cerulean blues. Adoption Request. “Really?”

He says it just loud enough for her to hear. It’s so faint and filled with awe that tears being to make theirselves known in her own mismatched orbs when she looks up at him. “Of course really. But if you don’t want to-“

“No, it’s not that it’s just that, I consider us a family no matter what but are you sure this is what you both want?” Looking into his wife’s eyes he tries to find anything that would qualify as doubt, but of course the only thing he finds in the beautiful chocolate orbs that have become his home is love, uninhibited, irrevocable love.

He’s so lost in her eyes that he’s unaware of what’s going on until he feels something pull at his shirt, rather someone. His eyes look down toward the little girl that along with her mother has become his whole world. Realizing that she has something to say to him, he gets down on his knees so that he’s eye level with her.

Standing directly in front of him, looking deep into his eyes the seven year old brings her hands to either of his cheeks, holding his head in her hands. “You’re my daddy.” As she says the words one of purest looks he’s ever seen is shining bright in her eyes.

His arms immediately wrap around her as he lifts her in the air, peppering her face with kisses. “I love you, squirt.”

Kensi was already a sobbing mess before but now, now that they’re officially going to be a family, she can help the torrential rain of tears that run down her cheeks.

After he pulls back from his soon to be legal daughter’s face, he turns back towards the love of his life, his arm instantly finding its way around her shoulder as he pulls her back into her rightful place at his side. His eyes look between both his girl, the shear and utter contentment that runs through his body is the most breathtaking feeling he’s ever known. “I love you both so much.”

“We love you, too.” The brunette reaches up on her tips toes placing a kiss to her husband’s inviting lips.

The scene of the family bathed in the colors of the Santa Monica sunset halt the party guest. Each of them knowing just how much those three people were meant to be together.

[lothirielswanmarvel]

MISSION REPORT: Initiate operation “group hug”.

“This is nice,” I mused, blowing on a coffee cup as I stared across the table at Bucky. Morning light filled the tiny diner. It looked so calm, so quaint...it made last night’s light show seem like a dream.

He shrugged. My eyes narrowed. Something about his left arm...it rubbed me the wrong way.

“Mrow, ” Kramer’s paw escaped my old gym bag and rattled my plate. I shushed him, and slipped a small piece of bacon into the opening.

“You had to bring him in?” Bucky asked.

“It's too cold in the car,” I told him, resting my chin on my elevated fingers.

A shadow fell over me.

“Is everything okay over here?” The waiter glanced between the two of us.

I nodded and smiled, “It's great, thanks.”

He beamed at me. “Enjoy your date.”

Date? My head tilted to the side as he walked off. I looked back to Bucky. That's probably what it looked like. Everyone accepted things as they appeared. I envied their simplicity.

“So who’s this friend of yours?” I stared down at the caramel-colored liquid of my coffee.

“We’ve...run in the same circles. In the past.” Bucky’s eyes kept darting around the restaurant. He never seemed to relax.

“Do you mind putting this on? They’re looking for your face, too,” Bucky flipped off his plum-colored baseball cap and offered it to me.

I tacked it on. His small smile returned.

“What?”

“You look...like a fine dane.” He frowned at the words.

I bit my lip to silence any laughter. “A fine dane?”

Bucky shifted in the booth. “Sorry...it's been awhile since I've used that line. On anyone.”

“It's a good line.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah. A little cheesy, but girls like that,” I replied.

Suddenly the sound of heels carried on the tile. I spotted the pair of boots responsible for the noise. I froze when I saw her face.

“I wish Steve had your enthusiasm for the dating world,” Natasha Romanoff stood before our table, tossing a wink at Bucky.

I was speechless at first. Her skin was fine porcelain, like marble, or the fine white thread of a spider web. Her crimson curls clashed like blood in the snow. Everything about her was striking.

She motioned for Bucky to scoot and sat down with us. She smirked at me.

“I'm June,” I choked out the words as I coped with my awe. “I...already know who you are.”

“Hi, June. She’s pretty, where’d you find her?”

“She’s my neighbor.”

“Huh.” Natasha leaned back against the old fashioned white-blue design of the cushions. “So you need a place to crash. Avengers Tower is open.”

My eyes popped out of their sockets. The offer was so casual, so genuine. Bullets were easier to get used to than Bucky’s high-class friends.

“I don't really have a good reputation with Starks, Natasha.”

“He doesn't know. And it wasn't your fault.”

Bucky shook his head. “Doesn't change what happened.”

Natasha’s fingers tap-danced across the slightly sticky surface of the table as she thought. “Maybe S.H.I.E.L.D. could help you out.”

“You’re joking, right?”

“No. Your name is on the Wall of Valor at every S.H.I.E.L.D. facility.” Natasha said. “But Fury’s still upset that you blew up his car…”

I shot Bucky a confused look.

“It was an accident,” He mumbled. “Sort of.”

Natasha’s widened eyes said otherwise. “Let’s see...we have tons of safe houses all over New York. You could stay in one of those until you get a grip on things.”

Bucky contemplated. I watched unmoving his facial expression when he was silent; he always had a serious look on his face. I was shocked at how little his face revealed, like he was encased in plaster for years.

Eventually his gaze wandered to me. “What do you think?”

I froze. “You're asking me?”

“It's your decision, too,” He said.

I thought about it. I wasn't really the expert; the only time I tried to hide from somebody was when I moved away from my extremely manipulative mother. But hiding from agents of an evil nazi organization…that seemed slightly more intense than mom—well, that woman could be the scourge of Germany—okay, I didn't have the time for this debate.

Hmm...New York was notorious for its busy streets and traffic from hell. It was a hub of activity. Easy to blend in. But Hydra could be around every corner…

“Is it safe?” I asked, feeling dumb.

Natasha answered, “Bullet-proof windows. Steel locks...I wouldn't choose it as a long-term plan, but it's a start.”

“Pet friendly?”

“I think Bucky will be comfortable,” Natasha smirked.

“Nat, come on.”

“What kind of pet is it? Is it a dog—? Who’s the little cutie?”

I glanced around the diner to make sure the waiter was occupied, then I unzipped my bag and Kramer’s wide eyes fell on Natasha.

The deadly assassin gasped. “Aww, it's a kitty! Can I hold him?”

I hoisted Kramer over the counter and into the Avenger’s awaiting arms. Natasha squished him into a hug. “What's Mr. Kitty’s name?”

“Kramer.”

“Like Seinfeld? Aww, he is just the cutest—you can even see the insanity in his eyes. Just like the character, that is adorable.”

Bucky shook his head silently.

Natasha juggled the cat as she pulled out a key. “Here—oh, what if I joined you guys and we could have a big road trip? I'm not ready to part with Mr. Kramer.”

Bucky turned in his seat and squinted at Natasha, innocently cuddling with the cat. “What’s your angle?”

Natasha’s eyes widened like a doll’s, childlike and naive. “Angle? Why, whatever are you referring to, Mr. Barnes?”

“Why do you want to travel with us to New York?”

“Because I like this cat, and I want to make sure that he and his super nice owner make it to their destination safely.”

“Uhuh.”

“I miss our old adventures—this could be our way of catching up. Did I ever tell you about Budapest?”

“Budapest? What's Budapest?” I piped up.

Both glanced at me. “Don't ask,” Bucky said.

Natasha petted Kramer dramatically with an amused smile, looking like a villain who had outsmarted the hero. “You said you needed help. So, let me help you.”

“Yeah, the last time you tried to “help” someone, Barton ended up stuck in the vents or some weird crap.”

“This has nothing to do with Barton—well, not just Barton.”

“Just Barton?”

The little bell at the door rang. Three people in hoodies and baseball caps walked across the room and stopped before our table.

Sam Wilson. Steve Rogers. Some random person with resting murder face.

My head tilted to the side. “Why are all of you wearing caps and hoodies?”

Resting-Murder-Face shrugged. “Incognito.”

Steve was busy staring at Bucky, the way I usually stared at the ice cream in the freezer. “Hey, Buck.”

Bucky groaned and laid his head on the sticky table. Sam Wilson noticed me and winked. “Hey, how you doin’? I'm—”

“Sam Wilson.” I answered for him, shaking the hand he offered to me. “Sorry—I heard about you on the news, what you did at D.C. You’re amazing.”

Sam beamed, his pearl-white teeth flashing. “I'm nobody special. Well, he's special—” Sam nudged his chin at Bucky, “—if you know what I mean.”

Sam and I laughed. Bucky scowled at both of us. I looked over at the guy with the angry expression. “Who’s this?”

Resting-Murder-Face turned his glare upon me. “You're kidding.”

“Why would I be kidding?”

“Clint? Clint Barton? Hawkeye?” He threw unfamiliar names at me. I just stared blankly.

Clint’s expression became slightly more murderous. “Arrow-guy? Best archer ever? Am I ringing any bells?”

“No, sorry. I've never heard of you.”

“Well, I’ll have you know, missy, that I’m one of the founding members of the Avengers.”

“Okay…”

“Remember that New York invasion? The aliens? I killed twelve of ‘em. You're welcome.”

“Oh...thanks.”

“And you’re welcome.”

“...You said that.”

“Clint.” Steve silenced him with a look. I couldn't get over Steve’s blond hair. It was just so...perfect-looking. Like it was styled with buckets of gel, yet it looked completely natural.

Bucky sighed. “You shouldn't be here. None of you.”

I ignored how much it stung when he said that. I leaned back in my seat, crossing my arms.

“June, I am truly sorry for ruining your life. I can never make up for that,” He said. I was shaking my head throughout the entire speech.

“What life? I lived alone, with my crazy cat, and cut people open for a living.” I remarked.

“Excuse me for asking, but what’s your profession again?” Steve asked politely.

“Cardiologist,” Natasha answered for me.

I blinked, trying to remember when I told her. “I don't think I told you that.”

“No, you didn't. Also, you were born on Long Island. Adopted, right?”

My arms tightened around my chest. “We just met, like, five minutes ago.”

“And now she knows your life story. That's Nat,” Clint concluded.

“If your true objective is to keep June safe, it would be easier with us on board,” Steve replied, ducking his head as the waiter passed by. Natasha hid the cat inside her leather jacket whenever someone looked over.

Bucky looked over at me. This time, there was a change in his face. His eyes tightened. He bit down on his lip.

“Fine. We’re going to New York. All of us.”

“Yay! Can we stop by Pet Supermarket and get this little cutie a tie? Or one of those mini-sweaters!”

[riseandshinelittleblossom]

Unconditional

This was a prompt from the lovely @lettersofwrittencollective and I hope I’ve done it justice. This is my first time writing Stiles, so go easy on me...propmt in bold below.

Disclaimer: I dont own Stiles Stilinski (unfortunately) or TW

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  Everything had to be perfect. It had to be.  Stiles had been seeing Natalie for more than two years now and they had been easily the best years of his life.

     Being with Natalie, so far away from Beacon Hills- so far away from the terrifying life he'd led through high school, left him feeling as if he were in a constant state of bliss. As if he were floating perpetually on a cloud through life. He loved her, and tonight was the night he was going to prove just how much.

   He smoothed down his dress shirt for the millionth time, adjusting the place settings at his dining room table for the thousandth. Lost in his thoughts he began ticking off his to-do list mentally.

Lasagna's in the oven-check

Tunes are on the i-dock- check

I haven't lost the…

Stiles' eyes went wide as he patted his pockets.

  "Fuck, Stilinski. Where did you put the-"

He scolded himself before his eyes caught sight of the ring box on the counter. He crossed the floor of his tiny apartment in two strides, securing the box and stuffing it into his pocket. Back to the list.

I haven't lost the ring-check

Dim the lights since I'm too poor for candles apparently-check check

He strode over to the dial on the wall, adjusting the lights. Now all that's missing is Nata-

A sharp knock rang through the apartment and Stiles couldn't help but smile. He rushed to the door, skidding to a stop to thrust it open.

  "Hey, baby." He grinned bending to kiss her cheek before stepping aside to let her in.

  He dutifully took her coat as she shrugged out of it, tucking a fallen strand of her brunette hair behind her ear.

   "It's smells fabulous in here, Stiles. I'm impressed." she joked.

    "It's lasagna, Nat, not rocket science."

    "I had every faith that you could assemble a lasagna, Stilinski. I'm impressed that you managed to cook it without setting the kitchen ablaze." she chuckled making her way to the dining room.

   A few moments later Stiles joined her, pan of lasagna in hand. He placed it gingerly on the table between them and served out two portions.

     After dinner was finished and a couple glasses of wine, Stiles rooted around in the kitchen for a few moments returning with a single slice of blueberry pie with a generous scoop of vanilla ice cream on top.

Natalie scoffed, jaw dropping. "Where is mine?"

    Her nose wrinkled slightly and her hands found her hips. It was something she did a lot and Stiles thought it was absolutely adorable.

   A sly smirk spread across his face as he responded, "Well I'm trying to watch my girlish figure- ya know the bureau doesn't take kindly to soggy agents- so I figured we could share."

  He produced two spoons from behind his back and Natalie grinned.

    "Fair enough."

    Stiles watched as she scooped up a bite, almost as if there were a special science behind the pie to ice cream ratio. He couldn't help the dreamy smile that bloomed across his face. Simply watching Natalie be Natalie was enchanting.

    She twisted the spoon in her mouth pulling it down when she noticed her boyfriend staring.

    "What?"

    "Nat, I… there's something I've been meaning to talk to you about."

    She dropped the spoon on the plate, an unceremonious clatter as the flatware hit.

   "That is almost never a good thing, Stilinski."

    "This time it is, I swear. I mean I think it is. I hope it is. I had actually never considered that you might not think it is until right now. Well now I'm not so sure about it-"

  "Stiles! Slow down. I was joking." She giggled as Stiles let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding.

   "Okay listen. So there are things in my past, some I've never shared with you. Things that I'm not very proud of. Oh man I'm not even sure how to start."

   Natalie watched patiently as Stiles raked his fingers through his hair, nervously glancing around the room as if something nearby would be able to help.

  Finally she placed a soft hand on her boyfriend's knee. The small gesture immediately soothed him, his frantic demeanor melting away as he covered her hand with his own and smiled at her.

   His honey colored eyes darted between her deep mocha ones as she broke the comfortable silence, "Stiles, you know you can tell me anything and I won't judge you. I love you. Unconditionally."

  He nodded because he did know she wouldn't judge him, however that knowledge didn't assuage the fact that he would still judge himself.

   "Just start at the beginning. I've got all night." Natalie squeezed his knee and Stiles took a deep breath before he began.

   Natalie listened intently as Stiles explained all about werewolves, his true alpha best friend, and the supernatural. He told her all about the nemeton and the sacrifices he, Scott, and Allison had made.

    He paused for a long time after that, and although he was sure she had questions, Natalie never said a word. She just silently soaked in the information, tracing gentle circles on Stiles' knee cap, her mocha eyes never leaving him.

   When once again he found his confidence he continued on, telling her all about his possession by the evil nogitsune during junior year. The battle he'd waged within himself even after his friends had expelled the entity from him.

  Stiles storied on about chimeras and wendigos. About the dread Doctors. Gulping back pain and regret he confessed to the love of his life about what happened in the school library the night he took Donovan's life.

   All the while Natalie listened, sometimes the sympathy or empathy she felt for him flashed briefly across her flawless features, and when it happened, Stiles would squeeze her hand and pause a beat.

    Eventually he told her about the Riders on the Storm and how he was terrified he'd never make it back to Beacon Hills, but that once he had, he'd made up his mind to leave that all behind him.

    A silence filled the room for a long time, so thick it was almost palpable. When she was sure that Stiles had finished-evidenced only by the way he cast his gaze at his feet- Natalie finally spoke.

   "I believe you. I am so sorry. I never knew….when you said your life in Beacon Hills was complicated I never thought…" her voice trailed off as she reached over to cup his cheek, Stiles peering up at her through long lashes, clearly ashamed of the things he'd just shared.

    "Nat, there's no way you could have. I never told you before because...well it's a helluva burden to carry. The knowledge you can never share. I only told you now because-"

  "Stiles, I'm glad I know. I'm glad you told me. You shouldn't have to shoulder all of that alone and now I can shoulder it with you. I love you so much, Stiles Stilinski. Nothing you have told me tonight could ever change that."

  Her thumb grazed his temple and a soft, involuntary sigh escaped Stiles as he relished the touch. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the tiny box, dropping to his knees before the love of his life.

  A hand flew to Natalie's mouth, the realization of what was happening coming to her instantly.

   "Natalie, to me you are the sun and the moon. The earth and the stars, and I would move mountains to prove it to you. I've never felt more safe, more whole, more... accepted than I do when I'm in your arms.

    Natalie...even after everything I just thrust upon you...you love me as if I deserve you, and even if it's selfish I just can't let that slip away. Will you marry me?"

  Stiles opened the box to reveal a small square-cut diamond solitaire set in white gold. He held his breath anxiously as a single tear slid down her cheek, a smile tugging at the corners of her covered lips.

  She couldn't move-hell she could hardly breathe- so she gathered every ounce of strength within her and vehemently nodded a response.

   A wide grin threatened to split Stiles' face in two as he took her hand, removed the ring from it's velvet bed and slipped it onto her finger. It was a perfect fit.

  Natalie pinched his face between both of her hands, crashing her lips against his with a ferocity he'd never seen before.

    When finally she pulled away Stiles whispered, "I love you with all of my heart, Natalie."

    "I love you too and I can't wait to become Mrs. Mieczyslaw Stilinski."

[spooky-titties]

Private Fears in Public Places

Song: Private Fears in Public Places by Front Porch Step Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

So cold is the wind it blows your hair So warm is your touch upon my skin How tired am I of being scared? But how awake am I now that I know you're here?

Bucky let out a gruff sigh as he held a gun close to his chest, staring ahead at the hydra base that was tucked away somewhere in the treacherous snow and ice of Oymyakon, Russia. He always feared Hydra missions. He knew that T’challa and Shuri had undone the years of brainwashing that hydra had done but that didn’t stop the fear of them being able to redo it.

His eyes searched for you, a small chuckle leaving his lips as he watched your hair fly in all directions because of the cold wind. You soon found yourself turning towards him, offering him a soft smile as you reached out, placing your hand against his. Despite the cold weather your hands were still so warm, “We got this.” You spoke.

Even though he feared going on Hydra missions there was no one he’d rather go with. He knew you wouldn’t let anything happen to him, and he’d never let anything hurt you.

He gave you a soft nod,”We got this.” 

'Cause I'd rather fight with you than laugh with another I'd rather freeze in your arms than be warm under covers And I'd let you hit me before I'd ever let you hit the floor

Your rough hand raked through your hair as you stared at Bucky, eyes wide tears welling up in them. “Why did you do that?! It could have gotten you killed?” You growled, shaking your head when Bucky rolled his eyes.

“I know what I was doing! I wasn’t going to die.” He stared as you shook your head, attempting to blink back tears.

Your hand raised, pointing to the gunshot wound on his right shoulder, “That doesn’t seem like you knew what you were doing.” You said, your voice finally breaking.

A frown grew on Bucky’s lips as he came over, taking you into a hug, ignoring you hitting his chest. “I don’t wanna lose you.” You said finally falling into his chest, staining his shirt with tears.

“You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

So just hold me and tell me that I'm everything you need Tell me that that lonely little heart of yours That I've been dying for ain't out of reach

You stood in the room, a dark dress adoring your body as you smiled seeing Bucky make his way toward you. You two were at yet another of one of Stark's extravagant parties, and for once you didn’t feel out of place.

“May I have this dance, Doll?” Bucky asked and you could only smile before nodding.

You took his hand letting him lead you to the center of the room before wrapping one of your arms around his neck while the other stayed entangled in his hand. His medal arms hugged your waist as he smiled down at you.

You felt at home in his arms, truthfully there was no where you’d rather be. Being wrapped up in his arms gave you a sense of security, as long as you had him, then everything would be okay. You had spent so many years isolating yourself and refusing to let anyone in you almost thought your lonely heart wasn’t capable of love.

“I love you.” He whispered into your hair and you could only smile.

“I love you too.”

Let me look into your eyes like I am searching for your soul. Wrap my arms around your waist like it is dying from the cold Run my fingers through your hair like they are water from the drain. Press my lips against your back like they could take away its pain

Soft groans were falling past your lips as you laid on your stomach in the medical ward as Doctor Cho silently stitched your back. You, Sam, and Steve had gone on a mission. It was supposed to be a simple get in and get out mission. It proved to be more than that when one Hydra agent had managed to leave you with a nasty gash on your back.

The moment that Bucky had heard what happened in was in the room with you, his hand clasping yours. You turned your head, staring up at him, a soft smile on your lips. Bucky raised a brow at you, "For someone who's getting stitches in her back your smiling a lot." He stated, smiling back down at you. You only let out a soft chuckle before letting out a soft breath as Doctor Cho finished stitching your back. She cleaned the area before bidding you and Bucky a goodbye, leaving you alone. "I love you." Bucky spoke, dipping his head down, pressing soft kisses against your back.

"I love you too." You said as he pressed a kiss against your head. You stood up, soft curses leaving you lips as you adjusted your back slightly. You pulled your shirt down, your arms entangling around Bucky's waist, his arms resting on your shoulders as his fingers ran through your hair.

"Marry me."

I know that you think I'm kind of odd But if your love is a mountain I swear that I'd climb to the top. I would tell you you're lovely and everything I'll ever need. And I would give you my all if you'd just come and stand next to me.

You stood next to Tony, a crisp white dress adorning your body. You shook you hands, attempting to rid yourself of any nerves. Bucky was doing the exact same thing in the room with Steve and Sam. The two other men chuckling at him, "I don't get why your nervous, Buck, you get to marry your gal."
 Steve spoke as a cheerful smile grew on Bucky's lips.

He got to marry his gal, his girl, his dime, he got to marry you. The love of his life, the light that brightened his life. You. You were everything to Bucky, and he got to marry you.

"What if i fall?"

"You wont fall." Tony spoke, laughing a bit as you paced the room, stumbling a bit in your heels. "Okay you might fall but it's okay because its your wedding and no one gets to laugh at the bride." Tony stated making you roll your eyes. "Hey, calm down. You get to marry your best friend today." He stated, and soon you found yourself grinning.

You got to marry your best friend, your favorite person, you got to marry Bucky. He was the reason you stayed sane in this crazy life. He was the one that made you laugh even on the darkest days. Him. He was your world and you get to marry him.

Soon there was a knock on both sets of doors, alerting the couple that it was time. Bucky took his place at the alter with the priest. Steve took his place with your maid of honor, Sam took his place with Natasha. After both had walked down the aisle Tony stood next to you, offering you his arm. You smiled, accepting it, you two setting off down the aisle.

The moment Bucky saw you tears filled his eyes. You were so beautiful. You looked amazing. He could only let out a soft laugh when he saw you stick your tongue out at him, tears filling your own eyes at the sight of him. Your man sure did look good in a suit.

Tony gave you a tight hug as you stopped at the end of the aisle, "I love ya kid." He whispered, making you smile.

"Love you too, Tony." You said, pulling out of the hug, before taking your place across from Bucky at the alter, you two joining hands as the priest began.

“The couple has prepared their own vows.” The priest said looking towards Bucky.

He let out a soft sign as he stared at you. “Well where do I even begin? You and I have known each other for what seems like a lifetime. You were the first one aside from Steve to welcome me to the avengers and for that I’m forever grateful because you made me feel like I was more than just the winter soldier. You gave me a sense of familiarity, you made me feel like me again. From ever stupid joke, to each adorable laugh, every nerve wreaking mission, you’ve always been there. You’ve shown me nothing but care, support and love. I can’t wait to call you my wife and I’ve been dreaming about this day for a while, and it almost felt like it wouldn’t come. Yet here I am, standing before the love of my life, the woman I get got call my wife. I love you, doll.” Bucky spoke, you felt tears well up in your eyes once more, you hands moving to carefully wipe away your tears as to not disturb the makeup.

“And for the bride.” The priest spoke, his eyes landing on you.

You took in a breath, “Bucky, where do I even begin? You’re sometimes the biggest pain in the ass, you’re a little hard headed, and a bit cocky, but that’s why I love you. You are such an amazing man, and I swear you don’t give yourself enough credit. You are the love of my life and I really don’t know where I’d be if I didn’t have you, though honestly probably dead because you’ve saved my ass more than once.” You stated, soft laughs coming from everyone. “The day I meet you i just knew you were the one. There was just something about you I could let shake. I had spent so many years pushing people away and being so scared to love anyone or let anyone love me that I thought it wasn’t possible. But then you came in and proved me wrong, and for that I’m forever grateful. You are the light of my life, and i look forward to getting to call you my husband from here on out. I love you.” You spoke as Bucky moved his hand to wipe away his tears.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may now kiss the bride." He spoke, as the ceremony came to an end.

Bucky wasted no time, grabbing you by the waist, pulling your body against his as he pressed his lips against yours. Cheers erupted through the room as you pulled apart before gripping Bucky's hand as you walked back down the aisle together. Neither of you would rather have life any other way. You both wanted nothing more than to be standing next to each other, completely in love.

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A/N

So to be real with you guys, this song is hella special to me. When me and my ex were together we talked about getting married a lot. Okay? Like a lot. That song (despise the language and knowing both our moms would KILL us for it) that was gonna be the song we danced too. But we didn’t work out. He wasn’t ready to be committed like I was and we went our separate ways. Regardless of that the song still means so so much to me so yeah. I really hope y’all enjoyed that story.

[forhelvede]

Where the Storm Meets the Ground Ch.2

I have no idea what I’m doing.

Chapter 2- Before Dawn

The smile Alexei gave her when she said she’d help was enough to probably melt her cold heart. He was an adorable kid. She wasn’t sure why she kept calling him kid. Maybe it was her way of distancing herself from the adorable, curly haired genius sitting on the couch near her.

Kind of hard to believe he was capable of ending the world, or at least Hawkins.

“Okay, great, so where do we start? What do you recommend miss Special Agent?” Jim said sarcastically.

Laurie felt her warming heart turn to ice again but she bit back an angry comment. Now wasn’t the time to delve into their past and certainly not in front of Murray or Alexei. She did want to sit down with Jim and talk, but there was the pressing matter of impending doom.

“Oh yes!” Joyce said excitedly, ignoring the obvious contempt in Jim’s voice. “You’re in the FBI, you can get agents or the military or whomever to come help, right?”

Laurie grimaced. “Um…probably not?” she said, listening to Murray translate in the background.

Joyce’s face fell. “Why not? The Russians are trying to kill us!”

“Yeah, but…it’s going to take a while to convince my superiors and they’re going to want more evidence than Alexei, your, forgive me for saying, paranoid delusions, and some drawings on whopper wrappers,” she said honestly and she tried to use a soft voice. “I believe you, but convincing the FBI proper is a different story. We frankly don’t have time for that. Sorry.”

Joyce looked disappointed and Laurie didn’t blame her. She had kids in Hawkins, a life. Russians opening a gate and unleashing some monster, or even if they just blew up the city, wasn’t good.

“But don’t worry. I’m good with a gun,” Laurie joked, winking at Joyce. The older woman managed a weak smile.

“We’ll call Owens. He can get the military,” Jim said, matter-of-factly.

“Who the fuck is Owens?” Laurie asked, looking at Jim.

“Dr. Owens. Works for the Department of Energy. He was involved in some stuff last year in Hawkins. He gave me a number to call if we needed help.”

Laurie threw up her hands as anger began to course through her. The Department of Energy? A conspiracy and cover up in Hawkins? All of it was too much in too short of time. “The fucking Department of Energy can call in the fucking military?” she yelled. “I fucking hate this government! Fucking kill me,” she muttered as she stood up from the chair. “Fucking Russians and monsters and now the Department of Energy was doing experiments? I mean,” she muttered to herself angrily as she stalked around Murray’s sad excuse for a living room. “Six years. I’m so close.” Laurie balled up her fists and ground her teeth together. “I’m gonna die in fucking Hawkins!”

“Uh, Laurie?” Jim said from the couch. “Are you okay?”

“AM I OKAY?” she yelled as she rounded on the group. “This is insane, Jim! MONSTERS? ANOTHER DIMENSION? What the fuck!” Alexei, though not understanding what she was saying, looked terrified at her outburst. His eyes went wide and he leaned away from her, though she was nowhere near him. Murray looked somewhat baffled.

“Oh no, she’s freaking out,” Joyce said, her motherly instinct seeming to come out. She stood up from the other couch, trying to appear calming and kind. “Laurie, it’s okay. Go ahead, freak out.”

“Wait-what? No, she shouldn’t freak out!” Jim yelled. “She needs to calm down!”

“She needs to freak out, Hop! We’ve had years of this stuff, she’s found out all of this insanity today in like an hour! Let her freak out. She’ll be fine.”

Laurie wanted to scream. She wanted to hit something. All of these years she had carefully crafted a career that was leading to one end point. She did her job, and did it well, she didn’t make enemies at the FBI (though there was always some man that thought women shouldn’t be Agents, let alone field agents), and she kept her cover. When she hit 20 years she would retire and find some lazy job that didn’t require going undercover or spending days researching whatever or investigating. Just lazy days.

But this? This could ruin her plans. Maybe she’d die today. Maybe she’d go to prison for killing Jim. Maybe this Russian would ruin everything.

Laurie spun on her heels to look at Alexei, trying to figure out if she had made the right decision to help him. He looked helpless; looked like a young man that knew nothing and could help no one. And yet…yet he was a Doctor and a scientist and dangerous.

What if he was playing them all? Using his boyish looks to lull them into a false sense of security?

Yet, as Laurie stared him down, furiously glaring at the Russian man, he continued to look terrified and she felt like she could see through him. Her initial thought of helping may be the correct choice.

And who would she be if she walked away?

I hate you, Laurie thought to herself as she looked at Murray, blaming him for the fact she was here and involved. “Alright, I’m fine,” she said tersely. Letting her hands relax, Laurie felt her shoulders drop. “So, you can call the fucking Department of Energy, which is fucking insane, but okay. Make the call and then we go to Hawkins. We’ll take Alexei to Starcourt Mall, we’ll infiltrate the Russian’s underground bunker, shut off the key and the Department of Energy can arrest the Russians. Okay?”

“Sounds like a plan,” Jim said, still reeling from her freak out. He stood up and walked over to Laurie. “How about we speak outside first?” he suggested in a quiet voice.

Laurie almost said no, but she nodded instead. The pair headed outside, leaving Joyce with Murray and Alexei. As the heavy bunker door shut behind them, Jim quickly rounded on Laurie.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he said, a little angrier than the sentence would imply.

“I’m fine, Jim.”

“That didn’t sound fine,” he said, pointing back to the house. “That sounded like you don’t want to be here.”

“Right, and you do? Fuck off.” Laurie waved him off and walked around him, absentmindedly walking around the driveway. “It’s just not how I envisioned this little visit going.”

“Lore, listen, you could just walk away.”

It was her turn to round on Jim, her jaw clenched angrily. “I should punch you for that. This is my job, Jim! I can’t just walk away and then lie to my boss! I’m not putting my job on the line for you,” she said angrily, poking him in the chest. “You aren’t worth that.”

Jim looked hurt, frowning deeply. “I don’t want you to do something you don’t believe in. I believe in this.”

She rolled her eyes. “I work for the FBI, Jim. That’s nothing new.” She sighed. “A kid?” she questioned.

He shrugged. “El…she needed a family.”

Laurie narrowed her eyes at him, noticing his shirt was floral but actually had fucking flamingos on it? She shook her head. It wasn’t that Jim had been a bad dad or husband, but the way he was when she last saw him…it perhaps had clouded her overall view of him. “Are you happy?” she asked after a moment.

He crossed his arms and his body seemed to tense. “Its tough work being the father of a teenage girl,” he admitted.

Laurie chuckled. “I remember those days. Diane, Emily, and I were assholes, for sure. Our poor parents.” She smiled as she remembered all of the times all three girls snuck out of the house in high school. Emily was always the worst at it, somehow managing to knock over something or shut the window too loudly. The memories faded away and she softened towards Jim. “I’m sure it’s not as bad as you think. If you treat her like a prisoner she’ll never forgive you. Set boundaries but let her live, Jim. There’s nothing wrong with her making mistakes. You can’t protect her from everything.”

Jim stared at her for a moment before nodding. “I just know teenage boys.”

Laurie smirked. “But do you know El?” she questioned.

He nodded. “I think so.”

“Then let her live.” Laurie tapped Jim lightly on his arm. “You look like shit, by the way. Take a shower.”

He narrowed his eyes at her. “You stopped dying your hair,” he commented.

“Too much upkeep. I’m getting lazy in my old age.”

He guffawed loudly. “Yeah, 35 is just so old.”

“36, actually, but I’m touched you were close.”

Jim chuckled, rubbing his hand over his beard. “You happy, Lore?” he asked after a minute of silence.

She smiled largely. “Nope.” She winked and turned on her heel to go back into the house. Happiness, her sometimes partner Agent Floyd Tomlinson always said, was a fleeting emotion meant to placate people into a boring life with a white picket fence and a spouse that barely tolerated you. Nobody was ever really happy and there wasn’t anything wrong with that.

When Laurie walked back into the Murray’s sad attempt at a living room (finally noticing the dozens of TVs on one of the walls, stacked precariously) she was shocked to see that Alexei had curled up on one of the couches, already asleep. He had taken off his glasses and set them on the table with his pocket protector. Without his glasses, sleeping, he looked older. She looked over at Joyce in confusion. The woman shrugged and then walked over to the far side of the living room where Murray was leaning against a desk.

Laurie and Jim joined the other two, curious what they had planned.

“Now,” Joyce said, picking up Murray’s phone and shoving it into Jim’s chest, “call Owens.”

Laurie was still confused by the whole Department of Energy thing, but she figured she could unpack that later, presumably when she meets this Dr. Owens.

Jim quickly dialed the number as Murray hovered close by, Joyce by his side. Laurie stood away from them, watching the comical scene in front of them.

“Two minutes, Jim. It’s a secure line but anything long than that and they can trace you,” Murray said, the paranoia coming back out.

“Yeah, I want them to trace me,” Jim replied.

“What?” Murray said. Even Laurie was surprised. This was going to upset Murray, big time.

Laurie watched, the scene growing more comical by the second as Jim stumbled through the conversation, not prepared to give an identification name. He got off the phone, casually heading into the living room to sit on the free couch, lighting up a cigarette. Murray had fallen into a chair, giving up on everything.

But Joyce was not happy. She snapped at Jim.

“How are you so calm?”

“I’m not calm!” he said through a cigarette.

This is the best day of my life, Laurie thought, enjoying the whole scenario. She kept quiet as Joyce now took the phone and called back the number that Jim had just called. Joyce started off calmly, but the person on the other end had clearly insulted her in some way because she suddenly went off, yelling at the person on the other end of the phone.

Laurie stood, arms crossed, watching Joyce scream into the phone. She grimaced, pulling her neck muscles taut deciding then and there she would never get on the woman’s bad side. Curious, Laurie turned around to see that Alexei was still deep asleep. She figured the Russian probably had learned to get sleep whenever he could, even when things, or people, were being loud around him. It was a talent that Laurie had never really learned.

She turned back to Joyce as she finished yelling at the poor soul on the other end of the phone. She slammed the phone back onto the receiver and set the phone down on the table. Poor Murray looked absolutely distraught at what had just transpired, sitting bewildered in a chair, hands up in the air.

Clearing her throat, Laurie leaned closer to Murray. “I guess I’m not going to need to delete your address from the FBI database, huh?” she whispered.

Murray pushed himself up from the chair, grunted in her face, and then turned away, walking away from the group. Laurie was left, smiling awkwardly. They were a delightful little group.

“How long have you known his address?” Jim asked, momentarily ignoring his annoyance at Joyce.

“It took a few months, but we’ve known for almost as long as he’s lived here,” she admitted.

Jim seemed almost impressed, apparently believing that Murray was some master at staying hidden. He just wasn’t a priority for the FBI. They weren’t worried about him. “Wow. I-”

“Hopper!” Joyce yelled, pushing between Jim and Laurie. “We’re leaving!” she ordered them, heading straight for Alexei.

“Aww, let the kid sleep a little longer, Joyce!” Laurie heard herself saying. Her heart seized in her chest. What was wrong with her?

Joyce stopped, standing over Alexei’s sleeping body, looking over at Laurie. Jim turned slowly, looking at her in confusion.

“I’m sure you’re all tired,” she added awkwardly, trying to hide from this growing concern for the Russian. “We really have to leave now?” she asked.

Joyce nodded angrily. “Yeah. We’ve got to get to our kids.”

“Well, then. Maybe…you could just let him sleep until we’re actually leaving?” Laurie suggested softly.

“Why are you so concerned?” Jim questioned. Laurie could hear the accusation in his voice.

“Because….Jim, he’s the genius. So let him sleep so he can be on his A game. Ya know?” She hoped she was convincing. She certainly didn’t want him to sleep because he looked so cute sleeping.

That definitely wasn’t it.

Joyce and Jim exchanged a look before Jim shrugged. Joyce threw her hands up in the air, but moved away from the sleeping Russian. Laurie took a seat in the chair next to the couch, staring decidedly at the smattering of notes on the table and not at the sleeping Russian. One page grabbed her attention. She pulled it closer on the table and stared down at the few words of Russian on the page.

It looked to be the final page of notes and Alexei, presumably had ended it by writing “Destroy the machine and then I can live the American dream.”

Laurie smiled sadly before looking over at the sleeping Russian. She had helped three Russians defect before and she hadn’t liked them. She had barely trusted them, but the FBI had wanted to take the risk. Alexei, however, was one that Laurie might actually trust. He might actually benefit American society.

Yeah, she was definitely going to help him.

And it definitely had nothing to do with him being cute.

[melodyalanaroster]

I Didn’t Kiss The Grim Reaper, I Kissed Alana.

“Alana?” Castiel gasped as he looked at the blonde who had stopped for a second in the middle of a sprint. “Cas!” Alana gasped as she stood stunned. “What are you doing here? What’s going on?” Castiel stood there, shocked to see his old friend, once a cheery, frequently blue clothed girl was now a black leather wearing, serious, figure. Suddenly, a boy with dark eyes, dark hair and a guillotine tattoo on his neck appeared. “Mels! We’ve gotta get back to base!” he called as he ran off. “I know!” Alana called after the boy. She turned back to Castiel, who was still stunned. “I promise, one day, I’ll explain everything!” She called to him as she ran off.

Months later, a music agent got a very interesting phone call....

“Cassy, baby! I’ve got news for you and the band!” they cheered. Castiel and his band mates all looked at the agent. “What news?” Castiel asked. “Have you heard of the organization, the Red Death Regimen?” the agent queried. “You mean the group that Team M.R.V.L belongs to?” “Contract killers?” “The group that brought down that global child trafficking ring over the past few years?” “The Patron Saints of Lost Children.” “The Judges, Jury and Executioners.” the band mates all asked. “Yeah, I know about them.” Castiel answered. “Well, they’d like Crowstorm to perform a private concert for them! They’ve even paid triple what I’d normally ask for private concerts.” Castiel looked at the agent cautiously. “Who is to say they’re not luring us to a trap? Someone might have a contract against us.” he asked. The agent handed Castiel their phone. “Lady Azrael said this file would give you incentive. She said to use earbuds.” Castiel grabbed a pair of earbuds, plugged them into the phone and hit play. Seconds later, his ears were filled by the sounds of his own voice and someone else’s... Lysander’s. “Only one person I know could even have this song.” he thought. His face grew even more serious and he looked at his band mates. “Do you all wanna do it?” He asked. “It would be huge for us.” “We might get to meat the Senior Staff.” “Who knows? Maybe we’ll get up close and personal with Team M.R.V.L...” “That would be pretty cool.” the band mates all stated. “Fine. We’ll do it.”

It wasn’t long before the members of Crowstorm and their agent were flown to the R.D.R’s base. “Now, I’ve been told that for now, this meeting is strictly confidential, so we won’t be able to say that you’ve gone international yet. But, eventually, we will get to say that you’ve all played for them.” the agent explained as they walked into a grande foyer. “Doesn’t look like anyone is here.” one of the band mates stated. “What an unwise statement. For, there is always someone here.” A woman with white hair and silver eyes commented as she walked up to them. “Gentlemen, as you might already be guessing, I am Azrael. I bid you all welcome to our fine base.” She greeted. “Any reason why you’d want us when you could have any musician in the world come and play for you?” Castiel asked. Azrael cocked her eyebrow. “You must be Castiel. To answer your question, it’s because a very special event in R.D.R history will soon be taking place, and as multiple members of the organization thoroughly enjoy your music.” She explained. Suddenly, a scoff could be heard throughout the foyer. “Azrael! Surely you can’t be spoon feeding these gentlemen such pathetic lies! I do believe they are owed the truth.” the person who scoffed called. Castiel recognized the voice instantly and looked in it’s direction. Descending a flight grande staircase was the same woman he had been worrying about for months.... Alana. Wearing an all black outfit consisting of long boots, skinny jeans and a spaghetti strap top, she commanded the attention of all of the base’s visitors instantly. “Melody... Come now... No reason for this insolence.” Azrael replied. Alana looked at Azrael, coldly. “What are you gonna do? There’s nothing left that you can take from me.” She then looked at Castiel and grinned. “I promised you an explanation... Well, here it is. Long time, no see Cas.” Castiel was overwhelmed with emotion. “Melody Alana Roster! What the hell! You go off to Toronto to care for your mother and you end up as Azrael’s protege!” he yelled as he began scolding her. “Castiel!” “What the hell, man?!” “Don’t screw this up for us!” “You do realize that’s the Grim Reaper... Right?” “Castiel? I don’t think it would be good for the band if you disrespect one of the most dangerous people in the world...” the band mates and agent all began blabbering. Alana flinched, grinned, then raised her hands to quiet the other visitors. “At ease everyone. It’s okay. I was expecting this.” She chuckled. “Do you want a private tour?” She asked as she held out her hand to Castiel. “You’d better give one hell of an explanation.” He smirked as he took her hand.

And she did.... Answering each and every question he fired at her to the best of her ability... Eventually, they stopped before a door. “Alana... What room is this?” Castiel asked. “It’s my bedroom.” She grinned as she opened the door and motioned for him to go in. When he stepped through the threshold, he wasn’t entirely surprised. After everything she had told him about the time they had missed, the dorm was a bit expected. The bed was small and covered in Deadpool, the shelves were covered in books and CD’s, the vanity was bare except for a hairbrush and a comb, the dresser had a photo album on it with framed pictures, most of the walls covered in framed photos and posters, stars hung from the ceiling and leaning against one wall was a life sized Mirror of Erised. “It’s not much, but it’s home.” Alana continued to grin. “It’s lovely.” Castiel smiled as he took in every detail. Noticing the Crowstorm stuff tucked away, he couldn’t help but chuckle. “You said Renee was the real fan of the band.” Alana blushed. “It wasn’t the band Cas. You’re my friend... Of course I’ve done my best to keep up with your career.” He walked over to her and touched her hand. “You’ve supported me this entire time?” “Yes, I have. I can’t be able to keep track of everyone else... But, with you I can because of how much momentum you’re gaining... I listen to music all the time... It helps me with my conditions.... And, listening to you really helps because it reminds me of what I am at my core... I even ripped the CD you and Lysander gave me so I can have all of your music on a playlist.” Castiel’s fingers slipped between hers. “Oh Alana... I wish you could come back with me...” Alana perked up. “But I am coming back! Soon too! The official reason for Crowstorm even coming here is to start my re-integration process! There’s even a second base being worked on in Amouria!” She babbled. “Wait, what? What do you mean?” A look of shock washed over Castiel’s face. “Do you know about The Black Tower?” “Everyone knows about it. It’s the tallest building in Amouria now.” “I really shouldn’t be telling you, but I’m gonna anyway. It’s gonna be the new Main Base for us. There’s even a penthouse apartment towards the top that Azrael and the Red Death say is all mine. It’s state of the art and can sustain itself. I’m even gonna enroll at Anteros for my final year of college! Castiel, I’m coming home!” She explained. “When will you be back?” “When the Tower is finished.” “When will that be?” Alana thought for a second. “How about this, when I return to the Tower, I’ll give you one hell of a light show. Alright?” Castiel thought for a second. “And what if I’m not around?” “Then I’ll find out when your next concert around that time is and I’ll attend.”

A couple of hours later, the band was setting up for the concert. “So, Cas? What’s your deal with Lady Melody?” the bassist asked. “Alana? She’s an old friend.” “Do you know why we were commissioned?” the drummer asked. “It’s a long story, but let’s give this all we’ve got.” Castiel smiled as they entered the stage. When the band entered the room, the entire Senior Staff were sitting in the seats. Castiel looked at Alana and noticed her smiling. “Hey! Mels! It’s not every day you’re this bright!” Renee commented. “She’s right! You’re getting warmer, ice queen!” Derek laughed. “I knew this would work!” the Red Death laughed. “Yeah! Maybe you won’t be so hollow!”, “Mels with true substance back in her eyes? That would be awesome!”, “Maybe she’d be a lot more cheery!” the other Executioners commented. Alana looked at Castiel then back at her fellow Staff Members. “It’s only the beginning. I really do hope everything works out!” she cheered. Noticing the band was nearly ready, they all turned their attention to them. Castiel took a hold of the mic and smirked. “You know who we are.” he announced.

The concert went really well. Playing Crowstorm’s biggest songs, everyone had a great time. “Hey! Mels! Maybe you should do a duet with Castiel!” Nora cheered. “Or, maybe you should get up there and show them boys how to get it done!” Veronica suggested. Alana laughed nervously. “Nah! You know I don’t sing for an audience.” “BULLSHIT! You brought the entire base to their knees when you sang “MIssing” by Evanescence just a few months ago!” Lyra cheered. “Alana? Have you been singing?” Castiel grinned. “It’s a long story..” Alana continued to laugh nervously. “Maybe one day we could do a duet.” Castiel suggested.

After a while of everyone mingling and casually chatting, the Agent looked at their phone. “Cassy? We’ve gotta get back to Amouria. You’ve all got a recording session the day after tomorrow.” Castiel looked annoyed. “Can’t I catch up with my friend?” Alana touched his arm. “It’s okay, Cas. You know you’ll see me again soon.” she smiled. “I’m gonna watch out for that light show you promised.” he grinned. Alana hugged Castiel, then turned to his band mates. “It was nice meeting you all! Take good care of him for me!”. The band mates all smiled at her. “It was an honor meeting you!” “Don’t worry, he’s usually the one taking care of us!” “I can’t believe our Castiel is your friend!” “It was lovely meeting you!” the band mates all beamed as they turned and started walking to the door.

Suddenly, something clicked in Castiel’s brain. Before everyone realized what he was doing, he had already turned around and was striding towards Alana. He took her face in his hands and placed his lips on hers. Her eyes widened and the shock made her slightly stiff. “What the fuck!” she thought as his lips caressed hers. When he removed himself from her, he looked at her and blushed, not daring to say a single word. “Cas...” She gasped. “Come home safely.” he breathed as his hands ran from her chin down her arms and to her fingers before he removed himself from her completely and began to walk off. She stood there, shocked, and began to touch her lips with her fingers. “Holy shit!” “Mels, isn’t Castiel Nathaniel’s sworn enemy?” “Someone other than Nathaniel kissed our Melody!” “Damn, that was a power move.” the Senior Staff members started muttering. “Mels? Are you okay?” Nora asked. Alana continued to run her fingers along her lips, her eyes still wide. “I’m going to my room.” she croaked as she began zombie walking back to her bedroom.

In the car, Crowstorm was having an important discussion. “You kissed her! You bloody well kissed her!” the bassist called. “One of the Patron Saints of Lost Children is your friend and you never told us?” the drummer asked. The other members of the band looked at him with total shock. “Castiel? Why did you kiss the Grim Reaper?” the agent asked. Castiel gave them a passive look. “I didn’t kiss the Grim Reaper. I kissed Alana.”

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HOLY CRAP this was interesting to write! But I’m so glad I did it! It was gonna be an AU blurb where Castiel and Alana get together... But now I’m guessing it can be the part where there can be a fork in the road. Part of the fork can lead to Alana’s Canon, where she gets with Nathaniel. The other part of the fork can lead to the AU where she’s with Castiel. It takes place about six months to a year before University Life.... So, it’s definitely a Time Skip story... But, as it is a Time Skip Story, it takes place after “You’re Not Worth My Time” and “OH SNAP!”. Credit for cutting out the foreground from Episode 10 definitely goes to @luxxesitacdm. I changed Alana’s clothes and added the glasses myself. So, yes, as part of Alana’s canon, Castiel is the first of the MCL group to learn what she is. This has been the plan for months... But I didn’t know how I wanted to execute it.

[uzumaki-rebellion]

Black Boys Bloom Thorns First: Volume 2, Chapter 7

"You're the prince to my ballerina You feed other people's parking meters You encourage the eating of ice cream And you would somersault in sand with me

You talk to loners You ask 'how's your week?' You give love to all And give love to me You're obsessed with hiding The sticks and stones When I fear the unknown You feel like home You feel like home…"

Zero 7 – "Somersault"

N'Jobu breezed through his evaluations.

His debriefing meetings were informative. War Dogs in London and China were discovering connections between the Shield Organization and off-shoots of Hydra participating in the removal of targeted individuals with special powers and extraordinary abilities. He informed his handlers of Terrell Greenley and the trace he put on them. He had made a few covert trips to Los Angeles and found the institution where the family was being housed. More than likely the boy was now a human lab experiment, his DNA captured and saved for further study like a modern-day Henrietta Lacks.

He sent field reports back to Birnan Zana and shared surveillance photos of Shield and Hydra agents to a Southland embedded War Dog. He felt compelled to help the family escape, but he wasn't set up with the support and resources to place them anywhere. And even if he could, it would jeopardize his placement in Oakland. It could sever his ties to Califia. He wasn't willing to do that.

His parents were pleased to see him. Still disappointed that he wanted to be so far away from them, but happy that he looked well and thrived in his assignment.

Alone he called Califia to keep in touch with her and soothe her nerves. He spent a short bit of time with his friends in private, but his last free day took him to a protected domain connected to a military base.

He found himself walking through a private residence and being greeted by a cheerful looking Zinzi. In her arms, she held a baby.

"Prince N'Jobu," she said bowing to him slightly.

His arms went around her and he kissed her cheek and stared down at the child in her arms.

"There he is," N'Jobu said touching the baby's fingers.

"This is Gcobisa. Say hello! Say hello to the Prince."

"May I?"

N'Jobu had his hands outstretched. Zinzi placed her son in his arms and watched him rock the baby.

"He's heavy!"

Zinzi laughed and stroked her son's hair.

"This next one will probably be heavy too," she said stroking her stomach. N'Jobu could see the slight bulge in her dress.

"Kakade?"

"Yes, already again," she laughed.

"You were serious about pumping them out."

"Come, let us sit Prince N'Jobu."

She guided him to her receiving room that overlooked a grand hill. She had a tray of nibbles and libations awaiting him as they sat near one another.

"You look well, your Highness."

"So do you."

Her face was heavier and her body was fuller, but she was still his delightful friend and confidante.

"How is Oakland?"

He smiled and she grinned back at him. No words needed to be spoken about Califia. Zinzi was astute enough to see that he was beaming and madly in love.

"Oakland is…good." He started laughing and Gcobisa began to squirm, his tiny face not pleased to be in the arms of a stranger. He handed the baby back to Zinzi.

"How are you?" he asked.

"I am happy. The noise has finally died down about my marriage. Thank you for taking the bulk of the criticism. My parents have come to love Gcuma, no doubt because of this little one. They spoil him rotten."

"As they should. I guess my reputation as a player absolved me of being too much of a bad guy."

"I think it's your military record. They love to see you in uniform. The tabloids kept showing pictures of you in action on the base, and I swear, everyone forgot about me. What scandal? Look at Prince N'Jobu, he is so handsome, and oh thank Bast, he is an eligible bachelor again."

He rubbed his hands together. No. He wasn't a bachelor anymore. He had a wife. He felt a shiver go through him.

"N'Jobu?"

He glanced up at Zinzi.

"It is nothing, just a weird feeling came over me just now. Nothing bad, just a sensation…"

"Your woman is thinking of you," Zinzi said turning her baby onto his stomach on her lap. She bounced her legs gently and rubbed the child's back.

"Could be," he said, and he had the strangest feeling that Zinzi could be right. He hadn't spoken to Califia at all that day and the thought of her brought forth the weird feeling again.

"Could you excuse me for a moment? I would like to make a quick call."

N'Jobu stood and pulled out his comm tab. He walked a polite distance away from Zinzi and called Califia's cell. There was no answer. Odd. She kept her phone by her side and would barely let him get two rings in before she picked up. She was probably busy. He returned to Zinzi.

"Everything okay?"

"Yes. May I hold Gcobisa again?"

"You were always good with babies."

"This young one is going to grow up big and strong, yes?" he said staring the baby in the face as he held him up. Gcobisa's feet squirmed and N'Jobu pressed him against his chest and rubbed his back. The child relaxed in his arms.

"Tell me, is Gcuma doing well? I hear great things up and down the chain of command."

"He is doing excellent. He wants to retire soon."

"Retire? He has years ahead of him."

She patted her midsection.

"He wants time with his children."

"Are you happy, Zinzi?"

Her eyes lit up.

"I am very happy—"

"I did not mean to make you cry, Zinzi—"

"No…no…tears of joy your Highness," she said wiping her lids.

She stared at N'Jobu rocking her son.

"Have you found peace, my Friend?" she asked.

"I…" his voice trailed off. His mind tried to come up with the words to describe how he felt being in Oakland.

"She makes me want to be a better man every day, Zinzi. I wake up with her in my arms and I feel like I do not need anything more in this life. I have found my smile again. I have found my peace."

Zinzi's eyes welled up, and when her tears spilled, his did too. She reached over and hugged him, kissing his cheeks and wiping his tears away.

"We are so lucky," she said.

"We are."

She poured him some tea and they spent a lovely afternoon catching up and playing with Gcobisa until he was summoned back to the palace.

He left Wakanda early. His choice. Califia had reverted to contacting him only through texts and it concerned him. Her cell phone went to voicemail whenever he called, but within a few minutes she would text back that she was in the middle of something and that she would get back to him. She never would.

He was worried.

He didn't tell her he was coming home early. He wanted to surprise her.

Her car was parked in its spot and he saw her bike was there too. She was home. He dragged his bags out of the Lyft he summoned and walked into the townhouse. Music was playing in the living room from the TV. Old music videos. He could smell that she was cooking something in the kitchen. She wasn't there but he checked the oven. Turkey meatloaf. Her comfort food.

He hung up his jacket and placed his shoes inside the front room closet. Climbing the stairs, he saw that she wasn't in either of the bedrooms. The bathroom door was slightly ajar and he could see her moving. He pushed open the door.

"Califia?"

She was facing the bathroom mirror with her thin red bathrobe open and hanging off her shoulders. Naked underneath she quickly pulled the material up and tried to tie it up. Her right hand shot out and grabbed for the counter, her hand then becoming a fist. He stood behind her and gazed at her face in the mirror. Her eyes were big and her lips were pressed tight. He reached up and pulled her robe back down so that he could see her breasts again. She tried to hide them when he first walked in, but he saw that they looked different. Fuller. He reached down and cupped them, lifting them up. She licked her lips and her eyes watched him.

"Show me what's in your hand," he said. Her fist went up to her chest. She opened it.

A small white stick with a word on it.

"I just took the test."

"We're pregnant," he whispered.

"We're pregnant," she whispered back to him.

His arms wrapped around her tight and she clutched at his elbows. Spinning her to face him he hugged her and peppered her face with kisses. He wanted to shout it out to the world, instead, he twirled her around the bathroom. When he put her down, he saw that her expression was happy, but not as happy as he was.

"What's wrong?"

She pressed her face into his neck.

"I'm scared. What if it's in there wrong? I can't go through that again—"

"Look at me. This time will be fine."

He grinned from ear to ear.

"I knew it! I told you I would get you pregnant. Oh shit. We did it, baby!"

She still looked frightened.

"We'll go in and see the doctor, get everything checked out," he said. He hugged her again.

"Califia, trust me, our baby is coming."

He turned her back around so she could see herself in the mirror.

"I haven't seen you for a whole month and look how beautiful you are carrying our child. Don't be afraid, girl. I'm here with you. Look, see what I see."

She looked at herself and his hands caressed her shoulders then massaged them. He bent down and kissed her ear and then her cheek. His lips nibbled down to her neck and shoulder.

"Look, that's my woman right there. My wife. And she's having my baby," he said. His hand reached down and rested on her belly.

"Safe inside you, right where it's supposed to be," he said.

She smiled.

"That's it, be happy my love," he said.

Her robe slipped down on one side and when she tried to fix it, he pushed her hand away. He slipped the crook of his fingers into the top of the robe and pulled it down on both sides of her shoulders so he could see her breasts again.

"Getting big already," he said tracing his fingers around her areolas then pinching her nipples. They swelled up into hard pebbles and then he cupped her fullness again. He felt his eyes narrow as his hands squeezed her breasts.

"You'll feed my baby with these…"

"Yeah," she said reaching up and stroking his scalp. Her other hand caressed the back of his neck. He knew she could feel the beginning of an erection poking her from him. He pressed into her.

"I missed you," he said pushing up against her more and forcing her hips to lean into the sink counter.

"I missed you too…" she said, her eyes closing as she thrust her ass back into him. He pulled her robe off and tossed it on the counter. His right hand slid around her hips, touched her stomach gently, and dropped down to her clit. He rubbed slow circles there and watched her face.

"I came back early to surprise you, but you did me one better. Having my baby, girl. Look at you."

His voice must've hit a lower register because she gasped when she heard it, her eyes flying back open to stare at his face in the mirror as he took the wetness between her folds and coated her clit with it.

"Damn these titties," he said reaching back for them. He played with them and she watched him do it.

He reached one hand down and unzipped his pants. She spread her thighs for him.

"Jobu," she said, and that sound in her voice made his face twist up. She could make him do anything when she called him that. He lined up his cock with her entrance. When their eyes were fastened on one another again in the mirror, her lips curled up and then she said, "Fuck me." He played in her entrance, not going all the way in, enjoying the feel of slight resistance that her opening always gave him when he went inside of her. The ring of muscle there was tight on him. It was happening to them. They were having the baby he dreamed of, wished for and prayed for. He would be there for her in all the ways she needed.

He wanted her tits in his hands again and he cradled them, indulging in their fullness. They were already swelling at six weeks, he could imagine them at six months and he felt his mouth water thinking about how thick she would get. He pumped his hips faster.

He had her ass clapping already and she was gasping from his breast fondling.

"You miss me fucking you?"

"Yeah!"

Her pussy was melting on his erection like butter. He stroked her belly again.

"I put that baby deep in you, huh girl?"

"Yeah."

"Deep in that pussy," he said.

The sight of her tits in his hands incited him to rock into her ass as hard as he could. His voice was gone and all he could do was moan with desperate breath. When he couldn't hold back, his voice cracked.

"…having my baby…oh girl…you're so beautiful…beautiful…fuck…that's it, that's it, throw it back on your big dick…throw it back girl. Just like that…just like that. This your dick, girl. This all your dick right here."

His eyes raked across her breasts again, watching them bounce in the mirror. Imagining her feeding his child turned him on so much. He couldn't get the image out of his head and he felt his dick swell more thinking about it. He rubbed his fingers on the tattoo of his name. She was his. For always. She was carrying his seed and he felt so proud. Covetous even as his hand covered her belly button. N'Jadaka was growing inside of her. They would be connected together for life. The three of them. His family. His very own family. He would provide for them. He would protect them. Califia and N'Jadaka were his forever.

"Lemme cum in my pussy," he demanded, but she was gone, her eyes squeezed shut, her ass cheeks bouncing and clapping with his dick pummeling her folds to oblivion. He slowed down to watch her face, his hips swiveling with small circles as he rocked into her cheeks softly. He felt his stomach flutter as delicate pants from her mouth made her lips tremble. She dropped a hand down between her legs and fondled his balls. He lost it.

"Fuck…fuck…fuck…oh, girl…I love you…shit….I love you…damn, Califia….damn," he gasped. A month was still too long to be away from her. He felt his semen surge and all he could do was get it deeper inside of her before he fell over.

The smoke alarm went off in the kitchen and it jolted them both with it's piercing screech. He pulled out of Califia, the rest of his semen splashing onto her thighs as she pulled her robe back on and flew down the stairs. He zipped up his pants and followed her.

She yanked open the oven door with thick oven mitts, and they both saw how extra brown the meatloaf looked as smoke drifted out.

"Shit," she said.

He glanced at the kitchen clock. The meat looked like it needed more time when he first arrived and he was surprised to see how long he had been fucking her in the bathroom. It seemed like a short amount of time, but clearly, they had been at it far longer. Even she was shocked. She plopped the pan of meatloaf on top of the stove. It looked crispy, dry, and pitiful.

"Let me take you out," he said turning off the oven and opening a window. She looked relieved.

"Mommy needs a break sometimes," he said.

Her face lit up when he called her Mommy.

"As long as Daddy is paying for it, we're good," she responded.

He grabbed her and pulled her in close, kissing her lips.

"I got you. Both of you," he said.

They made an early morning doctor's appointment. N'Jobu took the whole day off and drove her on the appointed hour. Califia felt a tension headache aggravate her mood. It was nerves. And anxiety. N'Jobu held her hand as their doctor smoothed a cool gel all over her abdomen for an ultrasound. When the wand was rubbed across her stomach, she wouldn't even look at the monitor. Her eyes stayed glued to N'Jobu's.

"Hey, I'm here," he whispered to her. She nodded her head, but still wouldn't look. She saw N'Jobu's eyes glance over at the monitor. The doctor hadn't said anything yet, she was still rolling the wand, and then she stopped. N'Jobu's eyes widened. He was holding his breath. Califia felt her stomach tighten.

"There they are," the doctor said.

N'Jobu's face broke out into the biggest smile.

"Look, baby. Look," he said.

Califia turned her head and stared at the monitor.

It looked like a tiny bean with a strong heartbeat. Her hand flew to her mouth and she couldn't help but cry.

"I told you, I told," N'Jobu whispered and kissed her lips. She lifted her left hand and held his neck. He kissed her tears away.

"Looks good," said the doctor. "This is the head end right here."

Califia and N'Jobu made out the shape.

"Heart sounds good," N'Jobu said, a huge smile on his face.

"Heart sounds great," the doctor said.

Another appointment was made for her to return for another ultrasound in a few weeks. She was prescribed pre-natal meds and Califia asked about her Doula accompanying her on future doctor visits.

Leaving the doctor knowing the baby was where it was supposed to be and thriving, Califia felt like she could breathe for the first time. N'Jobu took her to lunch and as they ate tacos, they agreed to call the baby N'Jadaka until they knew what sex it was. They also agreed to not find out the sex of the baby until it was born. They wanted her to get out of her first trimester first before they told anyone.

They were excited, and she couldn't tell if N'Jobu was more thrilled than she was. He just couldn't stop smiling or kissing her hand. He was constantly touching her abdomen.

When they went to bed that night, he held her so close to him and rubbed her stomach.

"Did you ever imagine that when we first met that we would have a baby together?" she asked.

"I knew that you were someone special. I knew that I was attracted to you. I also knew I felt something profound. Having a baby? No, but a spark was there. You?"

"I remember admiring your bracelet, and then I was looking at you…"

Her eyes sought out his and she shifted so that she could throw her arm around his waist.

"If I had been even later going to that BSU meeting, I would never have met you. Just that small thing and our N'Jadaka wouldn't be here now. Just that one tiny thing, or missing the meeting completely—"

"You don't think I would've eventually met you through Bakari?'

"I don't know. You weren't supposed to be at the apartment that day I came over to practice with him. If we never met at the BSU meeting, I still might not have run into you at the apartment. Usually, Bakari was over at my grandmother's. You being at the apartment with Andrea was a fluke."

"Wow. Andrea. That's a throwback name."

"You could be having a baby with her."

"She would've been down for it, believe me."

"Really?"

"She wanted to get married and everything."

"You never told me that."

"Why would I? Andrea was a great person, but you came into my life and changed the whole game for me. I think about that night when you first kissed me sometimes. What if you didn't do that? What if you and Xavier had patched things up? So many variables—"

"But we're here're now."

"Yes. Just you and me and N'Jadaka."

She smiled.

"I love that name."

"I'm happy you like it."

The next morning they went to a pharmacy for the prenatal vitamins the doctor recommended. As they stood in line to pay for them, a feeling of déjà vu swept over Califia.

"What is it?" N'Jobu asked thinking something was wrong with her physically.

"The last time I bought prenatal vitamins, I was alone. I wasn't sure if I could handle having—"

N'Jobu kissed her lips and stroked the back of her neck.

"Stop. Don't talk about that. Think only about N'Jadaka and right now."

It hurt him to think of the child they lost. It hurt him to think about how alone and scared she was back then.

He paid for the vitamins and took her back home where he ran a warm bath for her.

While she soaked in the tub, he sat at their dining room table and wrote in his journal. He found himself writing more and more after being back with her. Poems. Snippets of humorous conversations with her. Sketches of her. His child's name over and over. The dreams and plans he had for the three of them.

He wanted his baby to know about his bloodline. Know that it was royalty and came from a long line of powerful people. But he would also have to teach his child the importance of secrecy. Now that N'Jadaka was coming, N'Jobu faintly entertained the notion of returning back to Wakanda with him and Califia one day. Far into the future when the child was older.

He made a note in his journal that he would need to bring back Vibram ink after his next check-in. He would give N'Jadaka the same Vibram tattoo that was inked inside his lower lip. That way his people could identify N'Jadaka as one of their own. At that point, he did not think he could mark Califia in that way. She had no Wakandan blood. The reality was that someday in the future, N'Jobu would bring his child before the Royal Court without Califia. He would have to sequester her somewhere in Niganda or another bordering country until he felt his family could handle meeting his foreign wife. They probably wouldn't even recognize her as such. He could deal with that. She would always be his woman whether they accepted her or not. But he worried about his young one. Would foreign blood taint the baby's connection to the crown?

He pushed those troubling thoughts away and wrote about his happiness at becoming a father. When he heard Califia moving around in their bedroom, he went up to join her.

He found her rubbing lotion on her legs, her naked body so enticing to him. He squatted down in front of her and let his thumbs tickle her midsection. She smiled.

Clearing his throat, he lowered his head to her middle and sang Lullaby, Little One to his very own little one. Califia didn't understand the words but she stroked his head as she accepted the warm breath filled with love directed at her tummy. He kept his voice soft and sang all the verses for N'Jadaka.

When he finished, he stared at Califia, her eyes shiny and so bright with love for him and the baby. He was Bast blessed, and he knew it. Pressing his face into her tummy, he kissed her tattoos and belly button. Told her all the lyrics to the song and taught her to sing it with him.

He felt complete. At last.

"What do you mean I can't come to the baby shower?"

N'Jobu stared at Califia with an incredulous look on his face. She rubbed her round belly and stared back at him. At six months she was huge and wasn't sure how she would make it for three more months carrying their active baby. Her nose already looked like a big greasy bell pepper spreading on her fuller face, and her chubby thighs rubbed together so hard, she waddled like a drunk duck when she walked. Peeing several times a day and getting little sleep because the baby was nocturnal, Califia was ready to reach into her vagina and drag their over-active baby out. Three more months of this? Jesus F. Christ.

"The baby shower is for the mommy and her women friends," she said.

N'Jobu stood at their stove frying spicy fried chicken wings for her. The grease was popping and hitting the stove top, but his focus was on her.

"Ridiculous. In my culture, everyone comes to celebrate the new birth."

"My mother is planning it, so she's the one in charge. Talk to her about it."

N'Jobu stared down at her belly.

"N'Jadaka, tell your foolish grandmother that Baba is allowed to attend and celebrate you too."

Califia felt the baby's vigorous kicks.

"Nigga, see what you done did? Got this baby acting out again!"

"That's right, let Mommy know she's wrong for backing a sexist tradition."

Califia reached out and slapped the back of N'Jobu's head. Grease popped and struck her wrist.

"Ow!" she hissed.

N'Jobu pulled the last piece of chicken out of the fryer and moved the pot back. Grabbing a clean dish rag, he soaked it in cold water from the sink and wiped at the burn.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm good."

He kissed her wrist then latched onto her lips, rubbing his hands on her ass. She pushed back from him. He was excited. They had a six-month check-up with their doctor that afternoon and they were given the okay to have sex. N'Jobu had focused all his energy on making sure she had made it through her second trimester before they even indulged in any sexual physical contact. When she was in her fifth month, they resumed oral sex, and she was always willing to give him a hand job before he left for work and when he came home where she would also suck his dick until he was moaning her name and ejaculating down her throat.

For some reason, more women were coming out of the woodwork after she got pregnant. She had a huge hissy fit one time when he allowed her to visit him at the apartment. He had left to go pick up fast-food from a corner kebab shop, and when she heard him in his hallway, she also heard his neighbor propositioning him. Telling him it must be hard to have a pregnant girlfriend and not getting good sex anymore. What was that bitch's name again? Alma. From Costa Rica. Long silky black hair, huge tits, big hips, and a mouth that did more than sweet talk handsome men. N'Jobu may have been on a diet by being with her, but she did catch him eyeing big asses and big lips on the menu of women who worked and lived around him. Looking but not touching. She was cool with that. It was natural to admire women. But it was the ones who came on to him that irked her while she was blowing up like a balloon.

"Whenever you want some, you can have it JoJo," Alma said.

"Is that right?" N'Jobu answered.

Alma laughed and then Califia heard N'Jobu open the apartment door, their bag of food gripped in his hand.

"What the fuck is going on?" she yelled at him.

He froze in the doorway. She could see Alma smirking and going inside her own apartment over his shoulder.

He closed the door and brushed past her, putting their food on the large table he had sitting behind his couch.

"Answer me! That bitch knows I'm in here making this baby for you, and she talks to you like that?"

"Ignore her."

"You couldn't! 'Is that right?' Why would you say that to her? That's giving her an opening to keep coming at you—"

"Califia, calm down. She's always like that—"

"Then you check a bitch!"

He stared at her, a slight grin on his face.

"You think this is funny?"

"I think you're hungry and we should eat."

He moved to the kitchen. Her temper was up. She waddled after him, her giant belly poking him in his back.

"Are you fucking other women over here?"

"No! C'mon, stop tripping—"

She pushed him in his back. He turned around and stared at her, his eyes still looking amused.

"I know guys who don't get pussy on the regular cheat on their pregnant partners. We haven't been intimate for a long time—"

"Baby, stop, you'll upset N'Jadaka—"

"Have you cheated on me?"

"Califia…"

He threw his arms around her.

"Getting all worked up because some woman I have no interest in whatsoever talks shit to me. She knew you were in here."

"Then you should've told her off right then and there."

"In the future, I will. Any woman who breathes wrong in my direction I will let her know from jump that it is not appreciated. Now let's eat, okay? What's wrong now? Why the long face?"

"What do you do?"

"What?"

"How do you keep yourself satisfied when we're not having sex?"

"Porn. I jerk off. I watch sex tapes of you bouncing on my dick."

He stroked her arms.

"What's going on?" he asked.

"You work so hard, and you take care of me and all my energy is focused on the baby all the time—"

"That's the only thing you should be focused on. I work hard because you and N'Jadaka are my responsibility. I'm satisfied with watching you grow bigger, feeling our child kick and move, and having you in my arms when I come home at night. You think getting pussy is high on my agenda? Girl, are you nuts? You think Alma or any of those women have anything on you?"

"I don't want to neglect you."

"The only way you could neglect me is if you left me. I don't think you're leaving any time soon. Shit, you can barely walk—"

She slapped his arm and he started laughing.

"Come here, silly girl. Let's go to the doctor and see if we can have intercourse. If we can cool. If not, don't worry about it. Porn is holding me down."

She slapped his arm again and the rest of their evening was perfect together.

The grease burn on her wrist turned into a dull poke of pain. She ate the wings he fried for her and rubbed her belly to calm down the baby.

"Call your mother and tell her I want a baby shower for everyone."

"You call her and tell her."

N'Jobu picked up a wing and ate it.

"Are you scared of my mother?"

"No."

"Then call her."

Their doorbell rang. N'Jobu answered it and she heard her grandmother and Junie walk in.

"We brought over some things to put in your freezer," Nana said shoving a big paper bag into N'Jobu's hands.

Junie helped N'Jobu put pre-cooked food into the freezer.

"Dayclean, this should help you out a bit," Nana said patting his back. N'Jobu kissed her cheek.

"Nana, N'Jobu is scared to call Mama and tell her he wants to come to the baby shower."

"She is intimidating sometimes," Nana said.

"I went to a co-ed Baby shower once," Junie said.

"See!" N'Jobu said.

"Boring as hell. All they do is play silly baby games and open presents and talk about diapers and formula and shit. Wasn't no beer or nothing at that thing."

"I would like to play baby games," N'Jobu said.

"Call her up," Califia said.

N'Jobu glanced and Nana who threw her hands up.

"Don't look at me," Nana said.

"I'll do it. Give me her number," Junie said swiping at his cell phone.

The townhouse was decorated in royal purples and white balloons with matching streamers.

N'Jobu got his way and Melissa changed the baby shower into an all family and all ages event. Califia was surrounded by her family and friends from far and wide. Soliel and Aunjanue flew in from Sao Paolo with Negra Lia. Bakari and Shavonne flew in from D.C. Rolita flew in from New York. Serah and her husband arrived from London.

Califia was a bit concerned having both her parents at the shower, especially when her father had invited his girlfriend. But they got along, and Califia even noticed her mother looking at Dante with fresh eyes. She wished her father's girlfriend was not there. The little girl in her still wanted her parents back together. But their focus on her gave her the parental reuniting she craved.

Everyone was ready for N'Jadaka to arrive. She could barely maneuver her own home nowadays with her feet swelling up every other day, and her back feeling the pull of all the weight she was carrying. She thought being a dancer and having an athletic body would make her pregnancy easy for her, but this child N'Jobu put in her was testing her resolve every day.

N'Jobu was a wonderful co-host as he followed Melissa's lead in greeting guests and making sure the baby shower ran smoothly. Junie was happy that liquor was available and even conceded that some of the games were actually fun. He won the "Guess the Baby Food" jar game and was geeked at winning a fifty-dollar gift card for gas.

N'Jobu's boss showed up and paid for all the liquor and food for the celebration. He even handed her an envelope full of money that customers from the shop put together for N'Jobu and her.

Bakari played D.J. and there was dancing and much merriment among their invited guests. It was almost too much for Califia to take in. Her eyes were on N'Jobu the entire time. He was strutting around so proud that everyone was celebrating his child. Califia took a moment to rest in his recliner and watched him interact with his mother. He was deferential with Melissa, and she could tell her mother's old Oakland friends were smitten with him.

Her eyes took in the spread of food, family, and fun. But always, her gaze went back to him. They had made a life together, and she was so very happy. Her thoughts took her into sad territory though. Her family got to celebrate new life, but his family had no clue that he was going to be a father. She carried a royal child in her belly, but her baby probably would never meet their paternal relations. She knew N'Jobu adored his mother. It must eat him up inside not to share his joy with her. At least her. But N'Jobu never mentioned it and she didn't want to sadden him by bringing it up.

She watched her man talk to Bakari and then he was gazing at her. Her body felt overly large and cumbersome and completely out of control, but in that moment of looking at him, she felt excited. Turned on. Horny as hell. What she wouldn't give to escape upstairs into their bedroom and have him bend her over. Her breasts were engorged and already spilling colostrum, the pre-milk that would nourish N'Jadaka, so her nipples were tender and often wet, and she so wanted N'Jobu to massage them and place his lips around them to ease the discomfort. She felt like her tits had become massive and N'Jobu enjoyed playing with them when they went to bed. She needed his hands on her now.

"You doing alright, Mommy?" Serah asked, snapping Califia out of her daydreaming.

"I'm fine," she said still watching N'Jobu. Serah followed her gaze and smiled at Califia.

"I see you are still in crazy love with that man," Serah said.

"I am."

Serah squeezed Califia's hand.

"Sis, I am still in awe that you two are having a baby. I did not imagine this for him at all. He looks so happy."

Califia beamed and squeezed Serah's hand back.

"Addae is talking about having a baby now because of you two."

"Really?"

"There's something magical about the both of you. This baby of yours is going to be something else. I can feel it. Are you feeling okay, physically?"

"Yeah. Just tired and so ready to get this child out of me."

"Gift time!" Melissa yelled rounding up everyone into the living room.

N'Jobu sat next to Califia in a folding chair and held her hand. They opened up gifts of baby clothes, and children's books, along with toys and gift certificates. Serah gave Califia a fancy negligee to help get her back into the groove after the baby was born and everyone chuckled, especially when N'Jobu tucked it under his shirt.

Dante gave her a gold necklace that was in the shape of a heart that could hold pictures inside of it for their family. Melissa gave her a matching tennis bracelet set, one for Califia and one for the baby. Nana gave them a three-in-one stroller that made Califia squeal. It was the one she had her eye on for months.

N'Jobu brought his gift out last, a beautifully decorated box with a silver and purple bow on top. She opened it carefully and pulled out a baby blanket. A baby blanket with Wakandan symbols. She opened it up fully on her lap and then she stared at N'Jobu.

"This isn't—"

"Yes, it is," he said.

She leaned over and kissed him. Their guests marveled at the craftsmanship of the blanket, the rich colors, and warmth. What they didn't know was that it was the blanket that she laid eyes on in a museum exhibit, a Wakandan exhibit. On a day when she first kissed N'Jobu.

"I brought it back with me when I first came back to Oakland. Just in case," he said. She was about to put the box away when he stopped her hand.

"There's something else in there," he said.

She reached back down inside and pulled out some purple tissue paper. She unwrapped it and it made Bakari take notice.

"Hey," Bakari said staring at N'Jobu. Califia felt her chest heave and she pressed his gift against her chest. Everyone saw fresh tears roll down Califia's chubby cheeks.

"What is it?" her mother asked moving closer to her.

Califia opened up her hands and they all saw it. The little red converse sneakers that Bakari bought her years ago. Califia caught Bakari's gaze and his eyes looked wet.

"I held onto them," N'Jobu said.

Califia threw her arms around him, still clutching the baby shoes in her hand.

"I had to save them," he whispered in her ear.

Califia was sure their guests were curious about her reaction to a pair of red sneakers, but they were the most precious gift she received that day.

Bakari fired up the music again and there was plenty of eating and drinking to carry them into the night, but Califia sat there in N'Jobu's recliner and held onto her baby's shoes and held onto N'Jobu's hand.

Califia's doula made her pregnancy so much easier to endure. She felt confident that her hospital stay would not be a harrowing experience, and the old fears she had about giving birth were far from her thoughts. She and N'Jobu took parenting classes to prep themselves, and her doula taught her meditation and breathing methods to comfort her during the birth. All they had to do now was wait for N'Jadaka to start the process.

The baby was late.

The original due date for N'Jadaka came and went. By that time, Califia was bigger than her townhouse. Tired. Irritable. So ready to have the baby in her arms and not resting on her bladder or mashing her vital organs anymore.

Each morning she woke up staring at her belly and fussing with the baby to come out. They were beginning to believe that they would have to induce labor although N'Jobu was against that. He wanted the baby to come when it was ready.

She awoke on a rainy morning with N'Jobu curled up around her. She had already urinated three times and finally had a moment of respite from the baby to enjoy her man's arms around her. He didn't have to go to work and Nana had prepared meals for them so neither of them had to cook.

Her breasts felt ridiculously itchy and she scratched them inside her gown. She felt N'Jobu's fingers sweep up around them. He rubbed and plucked at them, pulling down the top of her gown and easing the itch, but also arousing her. He must've heard her voice hitch because he began to play with her in earnest. The touch from his fingers and hands made her rub her thighs together. She could feel a lazy heat reaching down between her legs. She reached behind and tugged on N'Jobu's morning erection. His tongue licked her ear.

"Morning, baby," he whispered.

She turned her head so she could kiss him, and their lips stayed connected until she felt her breasts leaking.

"Oh," she said clutching at her chest.

His fingers traced the flow of liquid. He rolled her body towards him, his tongue latching onto a wet nipple and sucking it while playing with the other nipple, swirling his thumb around it. He squeezed the breast that was in his mouth and she felt her milk coat his tongue.

"Jobu," she whimpered as her thighs felt antsy.

His free hand dropped down between her legs, his fingers groping her center.

"Why are you so wet this morning?" he teased, his voice husky and deep that way it always was early in the morning. He continued to play in her folds. She tried grabbing for his dick.

"You want this?"

He stroked his dick and she pulled down the covers so she could see it. He stared at her leaking tits. They were so heavy and full of milk. She had started using her breast pump to help ease the discomfort of engorged milk ducts ready for a baby who refused to come out.

"Turn around. I'll give you what you want," he said helping her ease her big body back to her side. He helped adjust her pillows around her belly and legs. His fingers found their way back to her opening.

"Damn, baby," he moaned when his fingers sank into her.

He shifted his body and she felt like she wanted to cry when he finally pushed into her. His fingers clutched at her breasts again. He was gentle with his thrusts, not going too deep, and they both released heavy sighs of contentment at being joined together again. She felt his lips on the back of her neck, his warm breath showering her with needy panting. She shifted her thigh and he slipped in deeper, causing him to groan louder.

"You're taking me so good, girl. Fuck, I miss this pussy."

His fingers teased her clit and she came easily with just a few strokes, and yet she still wanted more. N'Jobu was caught up in her pussy. He couldn't fuck her into the mattress like she knew he wanted to, but he was damn close despite trying his best to be careful because of the baby. But he was hitting it deep. She came again quickly.

"You just keep cumming on my dick," he groaned. Reaching for her breasts again he squeezed them and they expressed more milk at his touch and it dribbled down his fingers.

"Shit," he said. His dick swelled and he came inside of her, his breath desperate in her ear.

He kissed her face and neck and held her as his body calmed down.

"Goddamn that felt good," he said rubbing her back.

He placed his hand under her belly.

"You feeling okay? The baby isn't moving too much?"

"Slept through the whole thing," she giggled, placing her hand on top of his, "I think us fucking keeps N'Jadaka sleepy."

N'Jobu helped her up so she could go to the restroom and clean up. When she returned to their bed, she let N'Jobu rub her belly and back some more until she drifted off to sleep.

She awoke two hours later feeling constipated. N'Jobu was downstairs watching tv. She could smell food wafting up, so he must've cooked something fresh instead of microwaving one of Nana's pre-cooked meals.

Her bladder emptied readily on the toilet but she couldn't get a bowel movement going. She opted to take a warm shower. She was grateful to have the shower chair N'Jobu bought her. When she ran the water, N'Jobu called up to her.

"You need help?"

"No, I got it," she yelled back down.

Pulling off her gown, she sat in the chair and held the detachable shower nozzle in her hand. She washed and rinsed herself, and thought about calling N'Jobu for her back. The constipation was annoying the heck out of her. She just wanted to take a good solid shit.

She turned off the water and sat in the shower chair enjoying the steam in the bathroom. Grabbing a towel folded on the bathtub ledge, she wiped the front of her body. She could hear N'Jobu laughing at the TV and she wondered what he was watching. She raised up from the chair and found herself peeing all over her thighs. Jesus, now she was losing control of her bladder…except the fluid she saw wasn't urine.

"N'Jobu!" she screamed clutching the sides of the chair.

Chapter 8 HERE.

[evilispretty-dead]

Kiss from London

Tuck standing in the doorway looking over the naked back of the agent he was meant to be work with why they was undercover, in the light he could see the light scars that covered her back and in places her skin was changing colour knowing in the morning there will be bruise “shit” she hissed out as she moved her shoulder “you need help?” Tuck asked stepping in to the room as Charlotte looked over to him “ no am good it just pop back in” her hand held her shoulders as he look at her shoulder as the ugly colour wrapped around her shoulder “pass me some ice please” tuck got up grabbing a cloth and wrapping some ice up in walking back over Charlotte placing in on her shoulder “think you can hold out till we get back” he ask as he held the ice in place “ mmm yeah just need help getting dressed” she look down in her lap having her blond hair fall over her shoulders “well then let get you out of the dress and into sweats it will be nicer on your shoulder” he walked over to her bag pulling out a gray jumper and a black vest top “jeans please” he nodded picking up blue skinny jeans walking back over to the bed a laid then out as Charlotte had stepped out of her dress and was just standing in her under with her back to him she held her hand back to him and he passed her a top slipping that on tuck help her into jeans , taking the hoodie and slipping it over her hand helping her put her arm through the hole “I will get the bag” tuck picked the begs up as she got the keys . Both of them walk out the hotel walking to the car and getting in .

The drive to the airport was quite as Charlotte took some pills for the pain tuck every now and then would look over at her to make sure she was ok as she slept.

Tuck know this was bad but how could he not he had spent year under cover working with her and they had played lovers and tuck had found himself falling for her and they was from two different agencies she was British special forces now mi6 and he was CIA but they were working together as there was a threat to both USA and uk and they needed to work together , tuck shackles his head trying not to think about it as in 9 more months she will be going back to the uk and he may never see her again . Pulling up to the airport driving down the tarmac to the plan hang where their jet was waiting for them to take them back to the CIA .

FDR walked off the plane to meet them in a crisp black suit as they pulled up , waking Charlotte up “where here” tuck said as he got out of the car “tuck my man how are you” him and FDR hugged “ good and just glad to go home” he pulled back from the hug to help Charlotte get down from the car as FDR when to get the bags and loud them on to the plane “ Charlotte you look fucked” she smiled at him keeping her head down “ nice to see you FDR” she climbed in the plane with tuck following behind her getting themselves settled in a seated on the plane.

FDR climbs the steps on the plane taking his own seat at the back of plane with tuck and Charlotte, as he sat down he could see Charlotte had gone back to sleep “report ?” Fdr asked as he looked at tuck watching him watch her sleep, tuck looked away from her then going in his bag and pulling out a report “their that one and I still need to write up that one” taking his laptop out of his bag placing it on the table setting to work feeling out the report of last night . FDR sat and watched for a bit playing in his phone soon he was bored giving up with his phone “soo how you been man” fdr kicked tuck in the shin making him look up “ been better” he smiled up at fdr “must of been a ruff one last night” the both looked over at Charlotte as she moved in her sleep moaning in pain “yer we got fucked some of the intel was wrong ” FDr look back at tuck “what and you didn’t call it in” he almost shouted but then didn’t “ we didn’t have time” tuck told him what when down, at the nightclub tuck and Charlotte walked in dressed all glamorous dress in black “invites please ” a gentleman dress in red as them as they got to the second door , tuck handed over their invites to the gentleman and he let them pass through the doors . Waking into the open room deck out in gold and white tuck had he hand on her back leading them over to the bar , sitting at the bar Charlotte played with tuck tie “you got eyes on him” she asked “yes and let get this plan a go” tuck rubbed his hand along her face pushing back some of her hair from her face “once your in and he put get me in , got it” tuck kissed her lips as she nodded her head pulling away from him . As she walked away from him she swayed her hips flipping the blond curly hair over her shoulders so it waterfall s over her back walking over to their target who at the moment was telling a young dark hair girl to get off him as his eyes landed on Charlotte she smiled shyly at him as she sat on a seat at the end of the bar where tuck could see everything that way going on.

Charlotte sat with her mirror in hand fixing her lipstick as she watched the gentleman walk over to her “may I” he asked in a thick Russian accent Charlotte answered in a sweet french accent “wee do” she moved her bag on to her lap putting away her lipstick and mirror “can I get to a drink” she smiled at him nodding “ whiskey on the rocks” she sipped at her drink and watched how he had almost down his drink they chatted away and Charlotte getting him to where she needed him but soon found herself in hot water as this men had his bodyguards everywhere and she had just walked into a room with 4 of them, she had to act drunk and that was easy she stumbled “sorry sorry” she slip her hand in to his jacket pocket and picking his key card they both fell on the sofa the Russian man got all hands over Charlotte body and this was pissing her off “hey watch them hands” she swiped his hands away from her legs but he made a grab for her neck pinning her to the sofa so that she couldn’t mover Charlotte tried to fight him off but he was too strong remembering that she had a blade strapped to her upper leg , pulling it out and pressed it to that man neck “ I told you to fuck off” she growled at him as she pushed him back as he men pulled their guns on her in this time the Russian punched her in the ribs taking her arm and popping it out of place making her scream out in pain as tuck came through the door with his gun in hand taking out two of the men as Charlotte fighter with the Russian to get his gun off him so that he didn’t shoot tuck making him shot himself in the shoulder kicking him off her , running and slitto where tuck was hiding “i got it” tuck looked at her “ good let go” he throw a smoke bomb and they made a run for it

As they got out one room there was more men around then “this will be fun” tuck said looking around holding out two guns Charlotte put her back to his “hell a lot of fun” pulling small gun from her handbag both making a beak from each other one going behind the bar and one going under table. Charlotte from under the table could see tuck taking out some of the men on his side so Charlotte went to work taking out the men on her side but seeing that she just had one gun she option was to take them out with the knife that she had swiping her legs out she knocked a man down and stabbing him moving away to take down the next but found that he could fight in hand to hand “tuck little help” she called over to him as the man picked her up as she wrapped her legs around his arm he slammed her into a table making it splinter round her body “fucking hell” she cried out as her body hit the floor as a shoot passed about her head as blood slatted across her face pushing the bodyguard off her body “thankyou” she got up as he helped her up as two more guys came at them “ ladies first” said in his cocky English accent Charlotte smiled back at him as she let her own English accent came through “thankyou” taking a shot at one of the men ladling between his eyes and the others came running at her as tuck shot him “you missed one” he said as he walk up behind her “yeah yeah let go before the police get here” he take his suit jacket off and put it around her as they walked out through the sea of screaming people making their way out as police pushed their in to the building , Charlotte mover her body more in to tucks body as police ran passed them as they still had their guns in their hands using tuck jacket to hide them as the walk out of the building their was people telling them where to go if they was hurt or where to wait to be questioned , seeing a opinion to make their escape they went for it finding their way back to their suv “give me the laptop” Charlotte ask as tuck put his hand behind his seat pulling out the laptop giving it to her “what you doing” as they drive back to the hotel, Charlotte pulled the key card from her holster that was strapped to her leg but soon as she read it she throw it “fuck” tuck looked at her “what ?” She was biting her thumb nail “look at the guys name of all people it had to be him ” tuck bit his lip as he picked up the key card seeing the name on the card “well fuck , fucking egor milkhailov the Nephew of the drug lord milkhailov” tuck hit the steering wheel “hit the nail on the head , why was that not in the fill” she asked him as she shut the laptop down “I don’t know but we will have to wait to find out” and that how they got to the plane .

Fdr listened to tuck and now unstands why his and Charlotte was in a bad mess “well fuck” tuck opened his drink “yer this could fuck it all” this could put six year of work down the drain and that something they couldn’t have happened , they was going to be landing in USA soon and heading back to the CIA .

They was met by three car so that they could all travel on their own “well this can’t be looking good if their doing this” Charlotte said as she got up both fdr and tuck looked at her “it so we can’t set are stories straight , so let hope are stories are the same” the door to the plane opened and Charlotte was the first one of the plane having the boys follow after her , stepping on the tarmac they look around them as some people got out of the cars “ angets reports” a lady said holding out her hand and tuck passed them to her “in the cars” the three os them walked of to the cars as their bags were taken of the plane and put in the back of their cars they was getting in.

It was now 6 in the morning and Charlotte had been sat integration from midnight last night so she had been up 24+ hours and she was tired,in pain just want to take some painkillers and go to sleep but she couldn’t till they said she could go and she had been waiting for 3 hours for someone to come back , with the cold it was setting in making her body hurt more putting her head to the table and shut her eyes for a minute when something was dropped on the table making her jump back hurting her shoulder more “shit” she hissed under her breath as she look at the cocky cunt in front of her “jacks” she smiled at him “lotty you look like shit” she snigger “well thanks , now tell me your letting me go I would like to go home” jack sat on the table with his back to her looking at her in the two way mirror “can’t do that yet” Charlotte stands up “what ! Fuck hell I told you everything and I know tuck would of said the same” Jack was looking at her “lotty they want to know more as there was some days where you didn’t call in and they think you was mia and they want to know what you was doing” Charlotte looked way as she know what she was doing she was wrapped up in tucks arms lost to the world at what he was making her feel “it was not safe to call it in we have to make it look like we was together, but I called in the next morning” jack closed his eyes “mm yes” the was a knock at the door upon opening it tuck was standing their “Charlotte you're good to go so come on” tuck put his jacket on her shoulders “am not done with her tuck” tuck looked at him “ boss says you are , ruff two night so we need to get some sleep” tuck put his hand on her back pushing her out of the door so they could go to her safe house as it was closer then going back to his place.