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exqorcism · 3 months ago

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A LITTLE BIT DANGEROUS,

:¨ ·.· ¨: stepbro!nicholas chavez x bratty!stepsister!reader 𝜗𝜚 `· . 𐙚 warnings. stepcest. public sex. oral (f!receiving). fingering. nasty dirty talk ː for livie &&& tasha ♡

your step-brother, nicholas, had a weird addiction to your pussy. maybe it was the way you tasted, maybe it was your intoxicating smell; or maybe it was the sweet, little noises — so much different from your usual demanding and sugar-coated voice — that had him on his knees every time you spread your legs for him. one look, it was all it took; the soft flutter of your lashes, your bottom lip caught between your teeth, twirling a piece of hair around your finger — and he already knew what you wanted.

the worst thing? he wanted it just as much.

that's how you found yourself here — legs spread in the air in a pretty v shape, with nicholas' veiny arms wrapped around your thighs to keep you from falling onto the floor from your spot on the kitchen counter. with the party going on outside, the house was fully empty, except for the two of you, lingering in the kitchen for long; not long enough for your family to get suspicious and come look for you, though.

it was a beautiful and peaceful evening in california; the sun was just hiding behind the horizon, coating the skies in pretty pink and orange hue. your uncle's loud voice echoed through the garden, along with mixed voices and laughter from both yours and nicholas' families. or, should you say just — your family?

your little black dress rested on your upper thighs, swirling in the light wind as you moved around the garden to greet the guests. nicholas stood there, chatting with some friend of his you didn't have an opportunity to meet yet, looking as handsome as ever in his tank top and beige pants — something so basic, yet so good on him. nicholas' tan skin seemed to glow in the setting sun, the veins on his arms more prominent than ever as he flexed his muscles, stretching his arms over his head.

you found yourself twirling a piece of your perfectly curled hair around your finger, leaning on your elbows so that he could get a sneak of your boobs if he looked long enough; your fingers ghosting over the rim of your glass as you stared at your step-brother absently. his dark eyes met yours every now and then, sending you a clear message — right there and then, he wanted this; no, he needed this. needed you. the consequences be damned.

"shit, nick— someone could walk in—", you stutter, pushing his face closer towards your pussy absentmindedly, and you hear him chuckle against your mound at your weak protest. the vibration sends a spark of electricity down your spine, and you can't control the moan that slips past your lips as nicholas' mouth closes around your clit. his nails dig into your thighs almost painfully, but you're too high up to care — all you can think about is him, right there, right now, kneeling in front of you and devouring you as if it was the last thing he'd ever do.

"for someone who talks so much, you're ridiculously quiet now", nicholas teases between licks, manoeuvring between short, precise flicks of his tongue and long swipes that have you clutching on the counter until your knuckles turn white. as much as you hate him for his cockiness and carelessness, you can't bring yourself to care, not now. with his tongue circling around your clenching hole, dipping in just barely to feel you clench around the muscle, and your legs beginning to shake where he holds them open, the bitchy reply dies in your throat.

"what is it, lil' sis? does your big brother's tongue feel good on your little pussy? she just needs to be taken care of, yeah? you poor little thing," nicholas coos softly, his voice sickly sweet, dripping with a fake sincere that has you gripping the counter tighter.

"such a shame you're such a dirty, pathetic whore."

tears spring to your eyes at the pure obscenity of his words, and you shake your head, teeth sinking in your bottom lip as you throw your head back. as much as nicholas' remarks annoy you, you can't deny they also make the coil in your stomach tighten, ready to burst just as he chuckles into you, clearly amused by your fucked-out state. you can't help the shameless moan that slips past your dry throat as you fight to free your legs from the painful grip he has on you.

"ni— nickkk," you beg quietly, hoping he'd catch the hint just as your mother's voice echoes through the garden, getting dangerously close to the balcony door. you straighten your posture, both hands in nicholas' hair now to get him to stop, hoping he'd listen, just like you know he can.

but your step-brother seems to know exactly what you need, even if you don't say it directly. he redoubles his effort, sucking your clit into his mouth while groaning into you, fingers digging into your sensitive skin. his dark eyes glimmer with satisfaction and something darker, something that has your toes curling and back arching. you're moaning into the summer air, rocking your hips back and forth against nicholas' face as his tongue swirls around your nub.

"such a naughty, dirty slut, aren't you, sis?," nicholas teases, smacking his lips together when he pulls away for a breath, licking away the string of saliva that connects him to the heaven that is your sloppy pussy — his own step-sister's pussy, the very one he craves for every night, he realises. with the thought blooming in his head, and a newfound determination, he lets go of your thigh and gets up from where he's kneeling on the floor, standing between your legs as two of his fingers slip into your hole. you slap your hand over your mouth when he curls them inside you, immediately beginning to fuck into you with a force that has you dangerously close to the edge.

"oh shit— nick, fuck— oh, i'm gonna come," you cry out, pulling nicholas' neck to lick at his jaw and mouth, tasting yourself on his face as he groans into the air, his thumb finding your clit as he rubs it gently — a sharp contrast to the toughness of his fingers working inside you. you're not allowed to cum, you know, he has to give you a verbal permission, and you're a well-trained little sister for your older brother. so you hold it in, pulling nicholas down for a sloppy kiss, your moans swallowed by his sinful lips on yours as he kissed you with just as much vigour, pushing your hips down with his free hand when you started to wiggle against his body.

"you wanna cum, sissy?," nicholas teases lowly, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth lewdly, his fingers curling upward until you feel like crying from the overwhelming pleasure. you nod the best you can, nails scratching on the back of his neck until you're sure you'll leave marks there. good.

"you know what good girls say when they want to cum, baby. don't you? c'mon, sweetness," he urges, and you feel his smell invade your senses, his voice and the sound of your squelching wetness filling the small, orange-hued space. "you wanna make your big brother proud, yeah?"

nicholas' hand finds your jaw, making you pout your lips as you look up at him through your lashes, swallowing your pride the moment you meet his demanding gaze.

"fuck, yes— wanna be your good girl, shittt! please, nick", you cry out. as you feel the wetness cling to your inner thighs your cheeks grow hot, tears springing in the corners of your eyes as he smiles cruelly, kissing your pouting mouth wetly.

"hmm, not quite good enough, sissy," he teases again, smirking to himself when he feels you tighten around his fingers. he rubs your clit furiously, his whole body pressing against yours to ensure you don't fall onto the wooden floor. "say it."

you hiccup, trying to push him away and pull him closer at the same time, your nails digging into his bicep. the feeling of his muscles clenching under your touch is your unraveling as you fall forward, but nicholas' hand wraps around your throat firmly to make sure you keep your watery eyes on him.

"please, big brother, wanna cum f'you," you whine pathetically, choking on your breath when nicholas' thumb presses on your pulse point, his eyes dark as he studies your angelic expression.

"that's my girl, fuck," he growls lowly, speeding up his ministrations on your pussy as the wet, squelching sounds fill the thick air, making the tips of your ears turn red with humiliation. you hate it how easily he takes control over you, hate it when he makes the tables turn and leaves you trembling under his intense eyes. you let out a strangled moan, feeling your hole flutter as your tight canal swallows nicholas' fingers again, again and again—

"cum for me, sis. let me see you come f'me, yeah, give me allll you got," he coos, letting go of your neck to give your covered breast a firm squeeze, and it's all it takes. your cries and nicholas' groan echo through the kitchen as you come on his fingers, hard. you soak nicholas' hand as some transparent liquid squirts out of your clenching hole, dripping down his arm and onto the wooden floor.

he works you through the waves of your orgasm, mumbling incoherent words into the air — but they aren't meant for you to hear. your eyes are heavy when nicholas lifts his hand to tap his soaked fingers against your bottom lip, his gaze softer now, affection mixed with a hint of authority.

"suck yourself off my fingers, baby. if you do good, maybe, maybe i'll fuck your pretty little throat later, yeah?".

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sqgeism · 6 days ago

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Amphoreus men with reader who has insomnia? Maybe they have perpetual eye bags and can fall asleep literally anywhere but in bed

Hope you're doing well

𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵 𐙚 he'd stay and treat his lady | amphoreus men x gender neutral reader

�� — ; give everything to his new baby ! sleep is hard, or at least it has been on specifically your bed, as of recently. despite concerns raised by your boyfriend, he finds it a little funny. considering the fact that you've not only managed to fall asleep in the garden of your home, but some chimera's have somehow found you.

love mail — did i put 5 requests together.. yes... 5 birds with ONE STONE 🩷🩷 but they all had similar prompts so i just put 'em all together :3 sorry individual anons that you won't get the notif i answered !! i love u guys, thank you for requesting anonnies f(^ー^; ♡ please forgive my laziness i swear i'll lock in. ACTUALLY had to drink two mountain dews writing this bc i could not force myself to finish this within the day if i didnt

anaxa doesn't know what to do after he finds you asleep on top the coffee table, which is right in front of the very comfy couch you two bought.

he knows you and him are busy, the academy has been working the professors overtime recently and you teach multiple subjects to multiple classes, so it's no wonder you're practically restless. it's just.. he wishes you could sleep in bed again. when you do get the opportunity for shut eye, it'll always be somewhere stupid. his least favorite was on your desk, as being hunched over like that can have long lasting back pains as a consequence (trust him, he knows)

so when one night, expecting to see you on the counters or atop the fridge, anaxa's natural frown deepens at the realization you don't seem to be sleeping in any unconventional place. have you finally relearned the skill to sleep in bed again? nope.. not quite, since the sheets are flat and untouched.

where on amphoreus are you?

that's when his train of thought is interrupted by little chitters outside, *the garden?* animals aren't typically seen around your home, but he supposes that it isn't impossible. but that's also the one place he hasn't checked, and if he's a moment too late to you getting mauled by.. whatever's out there, anaxa doesn't feel like losing another eye in hopes to see a loved one. though something that makes such a cute noise can't be too harmful.

and as always, anaxa is almost never incorrect. because there you are, in all your genius, asleep in the middle of the freshly cut garden with.. chimera's around you?

the little things are slipping into your coat, or rubbing themselves against your sleeping body. they seemed to think you'd give them attention, but they were just helping you fall deeper into sleep. fluffy balls of sweetness acted like a warm blanket, and you stood no chance, even with your issues with sleep.

and here anaxa is, having to deal with your antics for the millionth time. but if it was an issue—he'd be complaining, and even if he does, you know he doesn't mean it. like this very moment; "you're so weird," the scholar grumbles under his breath, yet he's careful as he approaches, careful to not startle you or the chimeras. "—i can't believe i have to deal with you." while he takes off his coat and covers you, all while he slowly carries you into his lap on the grass, settling you down comfortably to lean against him. "and you're just.. the worst."

he says these things while you're now asleep on him, his arms securely around you and keeping you close to support your body. if you were awake, surely you'd be teasing him about how affectionate he's choosing to be at the moment. and it seems the chimera's have gotten comfy too, the colorful critters beginning to yawn as he runs his fingers through your hair.

he wants to think he hates you for distracting him from his greater goal, for softening him up. for making him afraid to lose again.

but he can't, not when you're here and you wear the ring that reminds him of his promise. his promise to love you for however long he has and for far longer past death. his prophecy is neverchanging, but so is his love. and his legacy after death will never be truly told if your name is not mentioned alongside his.

mydei gets it. honestly, he does. sleep doesn't come easy to any of them, but mydei knows you're not exactly a heir. you're mortal, and you need things that he doesn't quite understand but he tries to. when he began catching you still up long past 2am, whether your nose buried in a book or eating leftovers from dinner, it worries him. he tries to soothe you back to sleep, but nothing works. and he has to watch you walk out that door with clearly not enough energy to function.

and it's the same thing tonight, he's laying on the couch with a novel in hand as you walk over to him. the time? 12:48 am. mydei wants to hide his unpleased expression, but he's sure his eyes narrow and his brows furrow slightly, however they're quick to melt into a much more tender expression as you move between his legs to lay on his chest, huffing.

"i'm tired, mydei." your voice is weak, and you feel limp on top of him. it actually causes somewhat discomfort to the warrior for a moment, as the feeling of a body on top of him is not foreign.. unfortunately. "i wish i could sleep. i really.. really do."

your hands ball into fists out of frustration, a trembling breath escaping you. but large, careful hands go over yours. breaking down that fist as he intertwines his fingers between the gap of yours, a perfect fit, as your two hearts are. "i don't know how i can help, but if i can find something, i'll be sure to tell you as soon as possible."

his lips softly kiss your forehead. "but i'm here. every night, and day, just come to me when it's too much." then he kisses each of your eyelids, and to mydei's surprise.. they don't open after he moves away. and you've fallen asleep, after a week of restlessness, you're brought into a dream state from kisses.

the chrysos heir would laugh, but he chooses to let you rest, rubbing soothing circles to your back as he waits for day to come.

phainon.. oh.. phainon... he's been so worried about the whole thing. he's gotten you some sleep medication, which does work, but he wants you to be able to sleep without them again. especially since there are times where you purposefully don't take them, and he has to find out when he comes home at 11pm and you're still up.

although tonight, when you're the one that comes home late, he's quick to catch on to the clear fatigue that's caught up with you. "baby?"

"work was horrible." you grumble, slugging towards him seated at the dining table before making yourself comfortable on the nearest chair (him). "i missed you, and i'm tired."

you feel his laugh echo in his throat, hands on your thighs pull you closer, before they move to your waist and stay there, humming teasingly. "i'm sorry to hear that, honey. you need anything? there's some dinner if you're hungry. i'll heat it up for you." he offers, caressing your form as you shake your head. what a touchy chair.

"i just wanna be able to sleep normally again, phai." you yawn, but you know well enough that your body will still refuse to rest. you forgot to stop by a pharmacy before going home, and you've run out of your sleeping meds. "i know, and you will soon baby. don't make your pretty head hurt any more than it already is, alright?" he dips down to kiss you tenderly with great passion. hey, if you can't sleep, he'll at least try to make the moments you're awake enjoyable. his left hand cups your cheek in order to tilt your head, his own shifting the opposite way to deepen the exchange of love. "you're alright, honey." he murmurs against your lips, pressing one last peck before he smiles. "i know you'll bounce back, you always do."

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lostsyren · 7 months ago

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Sooooooooo OBSESSED with Rafe s4. Thinking sofia is afraid to introduce her parents to Rafe, because she is afraid of what Rafe will think and whether he will be all arrogant or not. So her parents go to Tannyhill to have lunch with her and Rafe and her mother is impressed with the house, and her father doesn't even know what to say and starts talking about things from their reality and God. The reader wants so badly for her parents to like Rafe, but she is also so apprehensive about what Rafe will think of her parents. And I keep hammering in my head what Rafe would think and do.

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{a/n: thank you for the request and I hope you enjoy!}

{summary: rafe has lunch with sofia’s parents}

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They’d been together long enough that she had to tell her parents about him. Their initial reaction had been anger.

Dating Rafe Cameron?

The Cameron family had a notorious reputation on the island, one heavy with murder, death and devastation. Sofia’s parents didn’t like the fact his father, Ward Cameron, was a killer, unsurprisingly. But Sofia had garnered enough care for the boy to see him for more than the salacious rumours and exaggerated libel.

Rafe was also wary about her parents. With his own family unit it such a disarray, Sofia understood his qualms– especially with how his father used to treat him.

Sometimes when it was late, the faint whisper of cicadas blanketing the silence, Rafe and Sofia lay together in his bed. He’d be gently strumming his fingers through her hair, eyes glassy and unfocused, fixated on the ceiling. It was in those moments Rafe would tell her about Ward Cameron: a man who was tough, a man who played favourites, a man who made his son think he didn’t love him. Sofia would just listen quietly, her fingers massaging his chest, feeling his heart beat race.

She supposed that’s why Rafe had asked to meet her family– because he didn’t really have one of his own.

Sofia put it off, making up excuses, changing the subject. A million things could go wrong, and she was happy just existing in her little bubble with Rafe; there was no need to ruin it.

So when she’d come home from work one day, ready to just collapse into bed, she was shocked to learn Rafe had gone behind her back to invite her parents himself.

So that’s how she’d ended up pulling into the driveway of Tannyhill, something she’d done a thousand times before, but now her parents were with her. She swallowed thickly, praying to god it went smoothly.

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Rafe debated on whether to set up the table in the dining room, the table in the back garden, or the one in the parlour. He’d whisked around the house, wondering what would make the best impression.

He’d woken up early to get everything ready, beginning to regret his decision when he realised that if her parents hated him, she might be out of his life. Rafe had wanted to show Sofia how much she meant to him– and that meant what was important to her, was important to him.

He opted for the porch outside, the distant view of the ocean and sweet summer air seeming idyllic. If he was being honest with himself, he was in over his head. Rafe tried to replicate what he saw Rose and Ward do when they’d host dinners. Get the linen out, use nice silverware from the cabinet, dress the table.

Rafe eventually gave up, when the table began to look cluttered and messy rather than elegant and tasteful– the image he was trying to project. He reservedly called up his housekeeper to help him out, while he helped the caterers he hired to bring the food in.

Everything was done. The plates were set, the silverware ready. His housekeeper had even brought along a bouquet of flowers for him to place as the centre piece (he’d given her the month off as a thank you).

As he was admiring the set up, his phone buzzed with a text from Sofia.

They were on their way.

Rafe hurriedly rushed upstairs to change, opting for a baby blue button down and white trousers, looking in the mirror with a shaky inhale of breath.

Be a man her parents admired. Respected. He nodded slowly as he repeated the mantra in his head, smoothening the material of his shirt, when he heard the sound of a car pulling up outside the house.

They were here.

He sped downstairs to meet them at the door, his footsteps echoing through the empty halls.

Rafe peered through the window to see Sofia along with her parents get out the car. Her dad was a tall man with hard eyes and an intimidating stare, her mom the complete opposite. Rafe felt a biting pang of hurt in his heart, the reminder of his own parental condition feeling like cold water drenching his insides. He sucked in a sharp breath, calming himself down, the image of Sofia in her pink sundress helping assuage his anxieties, before opening the front door.

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Sofia walked up to the house, Tannyhill feeling like an imposing, oppressive giant, her nerves twisting and coiling inside her like a loop of elastic.

Rafe appeared from the entrance, smiling widely– she could already tell he was also nervous.

Smiling at him, she gave him her hug, Rafe directing a kiss to her lips which she swerved sand redirected to her cheek, her parents scrutiny feeling too much.

Rafe then shook her parent’s hand, a string of greetings and welcomes following.

Soon Rafe was giving them a tour of Tannyhill.

“Wow, this is such a beautiful house.” Sofia’s mom mused, as Rafe led her around, showing her all of the historical artefacts Ward had displayed and the expensive pieces of art Rose had curated. Sofia had never seen him so eager to please, so attentive, so friendly. She brimmed with a sense of pride that he cared that much to make her parents feel welcome.

“Quite a big house for one person wouldn’t you say Rafe?” Sofia’s dad added, interrupting Rafe’s tangent explaining where they’d sourced the china figurines.

Sofia threw him a disparaging look, shaking her her head sharply. She’d warned him not to bring up her boyfriend’s family, knowing it was a sore spot for Rafe, but her dad was stubborn. Though he didn’t explicitly say, his words implied a question: where was his family?

“Basta,” Sofia mumbled softly in Spanish. Stop it.

“Yeah I guess, good thing I have Sofia here to keep me company,” Rafe joked, but she could tell he was left off kilter, his eyes straying to the family picture on the mantle piece.

“Well I think I’ve spoken enough, shall we eat?”

Rafe led them outside, Sofia’s eyes widening at the beautifully set table, soft, pink lilies blooming at the centre, the dappled sun pooling across the the linen.

“Thank you Rafe,” her mom said as he held out the chair for her, doing the same for Sofia.

He poured everyone drinks, the conversation easy and flowing as everyone ate their food. Sofia’s dad didn’t say much, just silently listening, gaze occasionally drifting off towards the ocean.

“¿Está todo bien papá?” Sofia asked quietly, to which he nodded with a tight lipped smile.

“Everything’s fine.”

As they were finishing their meals, the sounds of forks scraping against the plate, Sofia’s dad set down his drink, looking over towards Rafe.

“So Rafe, Sofia tells me you’re a property developer, how’s work going?”

Sofia’s eyes darted between her dad and Rafe, her breath becoming shallower in anticipation. Business talk was never good.

“Yeah I do. It’s going alright, just finishing up a big project near by Winston street.”

“Oh is it the one a half a mile away from the West harbour?”

“Yeah actually, you seen it?”

Her dad laughed ironically whilst Sofia twisted the napkin in her hand. This should be interesting. “Yeah actually, my good friend, Marcus, lived there with his family, before you guys came down and bought him out of it. He’s moved now– gone to the mainland.” Her dad placed his cutlery down, taking a long swig of beer to wash down the food.

Sofia glanced over to Rafe, to see his jaw tensed, unsure what to say, “oh, well it was sold to us for a good price I assure you, paid more that it was worth that’s for sure.” Rafe chuckled. Sofia grimaced at his answer, looking down at her feet under the table when he tired to look to her for reassurance..

Sofia’s dad furrowed his eyebrows, settling his beer down with a sof thud, “Oh is that right? Every house on the Cut probably seems that way to you huh? Dirt cheap.”

She noticed the moment Rafe’s eyes flashed with regret, knowing he’d said the wrong thing.

“I didn’t mean it like that sir–“

“Of course you didn’t.”

“Dad–“ Sofia interjected.

“Thanks for the lunch Rafe, it’s been lovely,” Sofia’s mom said, trying to alleviate the tension.

“Of course ma’am, I’m glad you enjoyed.”

Sofia’s dad stood up ready to leave, his hand outstretched over the table.

Rafe accepted it, the lingering expression of shock on his face, as the two shook hands.

“Thank you for dinner, I don’t mean to be harsh but seeing as you’re a successful developer, you should try and see a different perspective. This island isn’t just for one type of people, the Cut is slowly becoming more and more displaced– you have the power to stop that Rafe.”

Sofia agreed with what her father was saying. She’d often times feel a stirring disquiet whenever she’d hear of people having to move out of their homes in the Cut only to drive over to Tannyhill, listening to Rafe gloat about the best deal he’d ever gotten on a piece real estate.

She glanced over at Rafe, seeing his clamped down jaw– he definitely didn’t agree. She silently prayed he wouldn’t be combative, her hands gripping the napkin until her knuckles turned the same colour as the tablecloth.

But all he did was smile and nod amicably, “of course sir, thank you for telling me.”

Sofia breathed a sigh of relief.

“Well we’re heading off, you coming Sofia?” Her dad asked her as she stayed seated at the table.

“No it’s ok, you guys go ahead without me, I’ll stay and help Rafe clear up.”

“Ok sweetie, see you at home,” her mom said.

Rafe and Sofia stood outside watching as her parents drove off, his hands slipped around her waist. Sofia let out an inhale of relief once the car was out of sight, finally letting her shoulders drop her body sagging against Rafe’s.

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Rafe eyed Sofia perched up on the kitchen counter, her legs swinging rhythmically as he brought in the dishes. She was sipping at some wine, her heels kicked off on to the floor.

“I thought you stayed back to help me clear up huh?” He said, setting the dishes down in the sink.

“Fine, I’ll load the dishwasher then.”

“No leave it I’ll do it, just tell me, did I do ok? Do you think they liked me?” He was attempting to hide the bubbling insecurity frothing up inside of him, but he couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“My mom for sure, my dad too, he was just being tough, don’t get too worked up by it.”

“How was I supposed to know it was his friend who lived there? And besides, it was a property deal– it’s not like I swooped under and stole his house from under his feet.”

“Well the new zoning laws kinda do make it seem that way Rafe.”

He stopped cleaning the dishes, turning to face her, “oh come on, you don’t agree with what he’s saying, do you?”

Sofia shrugged, reaching over to grab one of the appetisers that was left over, “the Cut is becoming more and more like Figure 8, rent is getting more expensive, people are leaving– it’s gentrification Rafe.”

“Sofia…come on, it’s business. That’s life. You want something and if you have the means to get it then you get it.” He’d left the dishes completely, striding over to her on the counter. Despite Sofia’s height advantage, he still managed to gain a couple inches on her. He knew Sofia had a different world view to him, she was sweeter, kinder. Where he was callous, she was soft. When he’d be judgmental she’d be empathetic. But they always found their way to a middle ground– that’s one of the things he loved about her.

“You’re speaking from a place of privilege, you need to see a different perspective like my dad said.”

“You mad at me now?” His face scrunched into a frown, the insecurity beginning to overflow.

“No I’m not mad, we’re allowed to disagree on things you know?”

“Fine ok. I’ll stick to properties on Figure 8, you happy?” Rafe didn’t know how true that was. He’d try and stick to it, but right now all he wanted was Sofia’s reassurance, and sweet talking and pretty promises was the way to it.

“Yeah?” She grinned, perking up.

“Yeah, now come here,” he mumbled, capturing her wine stained lips with a kiss.

“We still have to clean up Rafe,” she said, hooking her arms around his neck, her legs inching around his waist.

“Well you shouldn’t have worn that dress today– you know how hard it was to keep my eyes on your face when your parents were sitting right there?”

“Rafe!”

When things were like this, Rafe felt like he did have a family– Sofia was his family.

The thought of buying a new house, maybe a condo with an ocean view, settled in his mind. A fresh place where her could make new memories with her. Tannyhill was too suffocating, stuffed to the brim with painful reminders of the past.

She broke away from the kiss, leaving his lips trailing after hers as she rested her forehead against his own.

“Thank you for making such an effort with my parents today, I appreciate it.” Sofia said softly, face etched in sincerity.

Rafe’s heart soared in his chest, his effort never usually recognised, his good intentions usually falling flat.

But with her he felt seen. He felt understood. He felt loved.

Rafe smiled easily, pressing a kiss against her cheek, “no need to thank me.”

The two resumed their kisses, both tipsy from the alcohol, giddy from eachother before disappearing upstairs, leaving the dishes in the sink and the table yet to be cleared.

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