#((Redid it again because I need to put some stuff in stone better-

[askthebrokenones-fm]

Character Interview

What is your name ? “Egore Von Bite."

Do you know why you were named that ? “Vaguely. Henrik was Germanic, so I was given a Germanic name. Elizabeth wanted somethin' biblical but Henrik was able to talk her into something a little less... Christian. Joseph is m' middle name tho'. So I guess technically, 'm Egore Joseph Von Bite. Don' call me that tho'."

Single or taken ? “Single. Not interested."

Stop being a Mary Sue ! “I don' know what that is... Is that a person?"

What’s your eye color ? “Blue. When I was alive, it was a paler blue, but nowadays, its more... electric?"

How about hair color ? “Black. Always has been, always will be."

Have you any family members ? “None I care about. Had a mot'er and fat'er, had grandparents, cousins, aunts, uncles... Sinclair is m' family, I suppose."

Oh, how about pets ? “I have several spiders 'n' used ta have a pet crow. 'Er name was Nickles. Closest ta a pet is Airanna. She's a black widow.

Now tell me something you don’t like. “I hate crowds. Ballroom 'n' graveyard is a nightmare. I only go when I have ta, or if Thad says I can play th' organ."

Do you have any activities/hobbies that you like to do ? “'M a composer 'n' I perform in Hell. Makes some money on th' side ta eat off of. I write music. Practice. I read. Take walks sometimes."

Have you ever hurt anyone in any way before ? “Yes."

Ever … killed anyone before ? “Yes. People who deserved it."

What kind of animal are you ? “I used ta be human. Now 'm a demon. Sinner. Ghost Demon specifically."

Name your worst weaknesses ? “I don' know if that's safe... I suppose... M' cane I guess. Helps with m' bad knees. I can walk without it, but it aches."

Do you look up to anyone at all ? “I... I don' know... Maybe Sinclair. He's... Yeah."

Are you straight, gay or bisexual ? "Asexual. Aromantic maybe. But otherwise, straight."

Do you go to school ? “I had a private tutor when m' parents were around. Ne'er public school. There was Sunday choir tho'."

Ever want to marry and have kids one day ? “God no. I don' think 'm made fer that."

Do you have fangirls / fanboys ? “Eh? People listen ta m' music if that's what ya mean?"

What are you most afraid of ? “...Not much now. People forgettin' about me?"

What do you usually wear ? “Overcoat, tux under it. M' collared cloak. Got some custom dress shoes. Hat sometimes."

What’s one food that tempts you ? “Blood sausage. Th' mansion cooks hate makin' it since it's a bit hard ta get it right, but I beg 'em."

Am I annoying you ? “Slightly. It's th' touchy questions."

Well, it’s not over ! “Mmgh."

What class are you ( low class, middle class, high class ) ? “Born in high middle. In terms of Hell now, middle."

How many friends do you have ? “Not many. Got a few."

What are your thoughts on pie ? “Depends on th' pie's texture. Makes or breaks it fer me."

Favorite drink ? “Alcoholic or nah? 'Cause if alcohol... Red wine. There's a great brand in Hell. Nonalcoholic tho', coffee. I like mine black."

What’s your favorite place ? “Th' library. Sometimes th' attic if Constance ain't there."

Are you interested in anyone ? “No."

That was a stupid question… “Yes."

Would you rather swim in a lake or the ocean ? “I think th' ocean. Lake is ta close ta bad memories."

What’s your type ? “Don't really have one."

Any fetishes ? ”Eh? Ew. No."

Seme or Uke ? “I don't know what that is."

Camping or indoors ? “Indoors."

Who asked me to interview you ? “@theheadlessgroom and @asktheghosthost recced ya."

Who would you like to send me to ? “Anywhere ya wanna go. I ain't picky."

[quickspinner]

Beautiful Dreams - Ch 3 Dreams Worth Chasing

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Marinette was on her way to pick up her missing folder, and Luka had a plan. Sort of. He caught himself chewing his freshly painted thumbnail and made a face (both at himself and the taste). He was going to be a wreck by the time she got here if he didn’t do something. 

Luka picked up his electric guitar and cranked his amp. Rocking out was always the best way to deal with nerves. He was breathing a little hard by the time he finished his own version of Jagged Stone’s Rock Giant but he was comparatively relaxed when a slightly timid knock sounded on his door. 

Okay. He could do this. He was smooth, no matter how much Juleka liked to pick on him. 

Luka opened the door and there she was, stylish and put together as always, and as always his heart stuttered in his chest. Her hair was looking a little windblown and a strand stuck to her lips. Her eyes widened slightly when she saw him, and he didn’t miss the way her gaze flicked over his white t-shirt and black jeans, nor the faint color that tinted her cheeks. He tended to keep his arms covered when he was with his students, as the type of parents who could afford his rates were often the type who didn’t really appreciate tattoos, but he’d left his arms bare today just to see if he’d been imagining things at the market. He concluded a little smugly that he hadn’t and Marinette wasn’t put off by his ink at all. That gave him the boost he needed to stop staring like an idiot himself.

“Come on in,” he offered, stepping back. “I put it in the back so I wouldn’t lose it or spill anything on it, I’ll go grab it. Make yourself at home.”

“Last time I did that I fell asleep,” Marinette said wryly, and he laughed, wincing slightly at how it echoed in the hallway.

“I hope you’re better rested today,” he called as he reached for the folder where he’d left it on top of his dresser. 

“I wish. Was that you playing just now?” she asked when he returned with the folder in hand, and then answered herself before he could. “Sorry, that was a stupid question, of course it was you. It was good—I mean of course, you’d be good, you’re a teacher. I just—I’m a big fan of Jagged Stone and…” She seemed to run out of steam, blushing.

He’d thought he was too old to get butterflies in his stomach but the idea that her slip-up at the market hadn’t been just a fluke, that she was nervous because maybe she was just a little bit affected by him too was enough to make him feel sixteen again for the second time in as many weeks. 

“I’m a teacher,” Luka said, leaning one shoulder against the wall as casually as possible. “But I’m a musician first and the electric guitar’s always been my first love. I play every chance I get. I’m glad you liked it, I’m a big fan of Jagged Stone myself.” He held the folder out to her.

Marinette took it, her gaze on the floor. “He’s actually one of my oldest clients.”

“Really?” He raised his eyebrows. “That’s impressive. Louis told me you worked for him, but I didn’t realize you’d been working with him that long.”

“It was luck that started it, really, but we’ve had a good working relationship. Not so much lately since he’s sort of semi-retired but…” She trailed off, blushing harder, and Luka gestured to a poster on his wall. 

“Louis told me you designed that one. He’s very proud of you. As he should be, I’m really impressed,” he said. “It’s one of my favorites.” He grinned back at her. “You’re really talented, Marinette.” 

She lit up red as a tomato and stammered something about needing to go.

“Of course,” he said, stepping back and motioning her ahead of him. “I don’t want to keep you if you’re busy.” That’s such a lie. I want to keep you forever.

He walked her to the door. Now or never, Couffaine.

“Marinette.” Luka took a folded piece of paper from his pocket and offered it to her. “If you’d like to hear more, my band is playing this weekend. I’d love for you to come.” 

“Oh,” Marinette said, taking the paper and unfolding it slowly to look at the flier. “I’m...not sure? I’ll have to see if I’m free.”

“I understand. Well, I hope you can make it.” He took a breath. “Maybe after our set is over, I can buy you a drink.” 

Her gaze snapped to his face and Luka did all he could to keep his expression relaxed and friendly, though his eyes were locked on hers. He shrugged slightly. “No pressure, just...if you feel like getting out.”

Marinette bit her lip and lowered her eyes, and then looked back up and smiled. “Okay, I’ll think about it.”

“Great.” Luka smiled and opened the door for her. “Have a good week.”

She smiled back at him, blushing faintly. “Thanks. You too.”

He watched her get into her car, and then stepped back inside, shut the door, and leaned against it, all his breath rushing out with a whoosh. “Your move, dreamer,” he muttered. “Hope I see you Saturday. If you come, it’s on.” 

***

Luka went through his usual pre-show routine, and his body and mind readied themselves to sink into the music in response. If he had something different than usual dwelling at the corners of his mind, no one noticed, and no one spoke to him, his bandmates having long ago learned to respect his space before a show.

If there was any place at all that Luka could feel at home outside of his family, it was at the club. He’d practically grown up in the back rooms of clubs and bars and anywhere else they could find that had a stage and somewhere to plug in an amp, trailing behind his mother with Juleka’s hand held tightly in his. Anarka Couffaine was fiery and bombastic where Luka was quiet and calm, but once he began to take the stage, first by her side and later on his own with Juleka at his, it became obvious he was his mother’s son. The stage contained and tempered Anarka’s fire, taming it into something other people could share. It fanned Luka’s flame, giving him the energy to reach out, to connect, to give others a glimpse of the inner world he guarded so carefully.

If Marinette was out there, beyond the stage light and the wall of crowd noise, she would see him tonight. 

She’s here, he thought to himself as he picked up his guitar and stripped the strap over his head. She has to be. 

No way he was going to fumble it this time. He was in his element here, he’d made his choice, made his peace with it, and now there was nothing left to do but act.

Behind him, the count tapped out, and Luka played.

***

For once, the pounding of his heart didn’t stop when he stepped off the stage. Luka accepted and returned the fistbumps and backslaps and congratulations of his bandmates on an excellent show. He stowed his gear as quickly as he could, and grabbed the extra bag he’d packed.

There was only so much he could do in the small, cramped bathroom, but he got his stage makeup washed off, freshened up as much as he could, and changed his shirt. He redid his eyeliner and ruffled up his hair, before taking a deep breath. He tossed his bag in the back with the rest of his stuff, and went to look for Marinette.  

He found her faster than he expected, wearing a slinky red dress and her hair pinned up, standing at a table with a couple of other people. Luka lingered just a moment to prepare himself and then slipped through the crowd and touched her elbow. “Hey, Marinette. Glad you could make it.”

“Luka!” The smile she turned on him was blinding. “Luka that was amazing!” 

He grinned back, instantly captivated. “Thanks, I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

“I loved it! Oh!” She jumped as the brunette next to her elbowed her. “Um, Luka, this is my best friend Alya, and I’m pretty sure you and Nino have met.”

“We have. Good to see you again, Nino.” He exchanged a handshake and a shoulder bump with the other man, trying not to sigh at this slight complication. He hasn’t counted on having to hit on Marinette in front of her ex-husband’s best friend. 

Not that it was going to stop him.

Nino gave him a neutral nod as he pulled back. “Hey Luka, long time no see. The band was sick.” 

“Thanks,” Luka grinned, and offered his hand to Alya. “Nice to meet you, Alya.” She took his hand and looked him up and down, but not like she was checking him out—more like she was sizing him up. Luka had been on the receiving end of the BFF stare too many times to be bothered. He gave her his blandest smile and turned to Marinette. “So, can I buy you that drink?”

Marinette’s cheeks pinked. “Sure.” 

He walked Marinette to the bar and let her order what she liked, and got a beer for himself. “So you liked the set?”

“I loved it,” Marinette smiled up at him. “The covers were cool but there were some original songs in there too, right? I really liked the one you did…” She gestured vaguely, forehead creasing in thought. “Umm, I think it went ‘not the right hand, not the right touch, but she always said I needed too much’? And it had that amazing guitar solo in the middle? That was my favorite.”

“Yeah?” Luka grinned, leaning against the bar. “I wrote that one, I’m glad you liked it.”

Marinette’s eyes went huge. “You wrote it? Like out of nothing?”

“More or less,” Luka chuckled. “I roughed it out and wrote the instrumentals, and our vocalist Jenner, he helped me work out the lyrics and the vocals. Only fair, really, since he had to sing it. I can usually put the melodies together on my own, but I always have to have some help with the words.”

“The melodies were so evocative and emotional though,” Marinette said, picking up her drink as the bartender delivered it. “The words are just the icing on the cake.” 

“That’s nice of you to say,” Luka picked up his beer and motioned Marinette to precede him back to the table. 

Marinette didn’t move right away, giving him an adorably pouty look that came with such sad eyes that it made him want to cringe. “You make it sound like you think I’m insincere.”

“That was absolutely not my intention, I’m sorry.” Luka sighed and drummed his fingers on the bar, trying to find a better way to explain. “People tend to...notice words more, I guess. When people talk to us about a song they usually talk about how the words affected them, or that they thought this or that thing we did with the instrumentals is cool or catchy. I don’t get a lot of people who talk about how the music itself made them feel. So, what I meant was, thank you. That’s nice to hear.”

“Oh.” Marinette tucked a strand of hair back, clearly processing. “Then...you’re welcome. I really do feel that way, especially…” she hesitated, tilting her head slightly as she looked up at him. “Especially when you were taking the lead. I mean, I’m no expert, but, um...wow. That was incredible, what you can do with that guitar.” 

It might be a shy, hesitant flirt, but he’d take it. He leaned into her space just a little, one hand resting on the bar next to her elbow. “Well, considering you’ve spent a lot of time around Jagged Stone—and don’t think I don’t know he’s not the only musician you’ve worked with—I think I’m very flattered, expert or no.” 

He couldn’t quite see if she was blushing in the blue light coming off the bar, but he was pretty sure she was as she stammered something about getting back to the table and turned quickly, nearly tripping in her haste to put some space between them. Luka caught her arm to steady her, and rested just his fingertips on her back as he tried to shield her from some of the jostling of the crowd as they wound their way back to the table. Once over her initial fluster, she leaned back into his protection almost automatically, tucking her petite figure against his side when things got a bit tight. 

When they got back to her friends, Marinette excitedly recounted their conversation. It wasn’t quite enough to make Luka blush, he knew what his strengths were, but it did make it easy to keep a smile on his face. 

As Marinette talked on, Alya fixed Luka with a stare. When there was a lull in the conversation, she said, “Marinette, why don’t you go grab us another round.”

Marinette frowned. “Alya, nobody’s even finished—”

“Food,” Alya declared. “Get us some food. Please.” She reached over and slid Marinette’s glass in front of her. “I’ll watch your drink. Shoo.” 

Marinette rolled her eyes and stood up. “Rude,” she sniffed. “You better not ditch Luka all by himself while I’m gone.”

“Of course not!” Alya promised.

Luka frowned, wanting to offer to go in Marinette’s place, or at least to go with her, but it was obvious that Alya just wanted Marinette out of the way. If that was the case he might as well sit here and get it over with. The crowd was clearing a bit as the DJ got rolling, people pressing toward either the bar or the dance floor, so she’d probably be okay.

Sure enough, as soon as Marinette was out of earshot, Alya rounded on him. “So what’s the deal? Are you into my girl or what?”

Direct. He could appreciate that. “Yes.” He lifted his bottle to his lips, watching Marinette over Alya’s shoulder trying to make her way through the crowd. 

“Like a house and picket fence interested or like take her home and fuck her brains out interested?”

“Alya!” Nino hissed, looking horrified.

Luka barely managed to swallow before he laughed, putting his drink back down. “Both.”

“Oh my God,” Nino groaned, putting his hands over his face.

Alya grinned. “Good answer, Blue.”

“It’s Luka,” he said, amused. 

“Make it past the second date and I’ll consider remembering that. So you teach music for a living?”

“I do all kinds of music for a living, but my steadiest income comes from my students, yes.”

“And you’re okay with being a stepdad?”

“You really don’t have to answer any of this,” Nino broke in. “Alya, come on.”

Luka ignored him. “Totally. Louis is a great kid and I like him. Honestly I didn’t have the greatest example in the dad department myself, so it’s a little scary, but I can deal.”

“Would you want more kids than just Louis?”

“Sure, I’d be open to that someday. Though I’d want us all to get settled with each other first before we brought a baby into the mix.” Luka sat back and let Alya continue giving him the third degree, refusing to answer only a few very personal questions. Finally she folded her arms and regarded him thoughtfully.

Luka smiled. “So, do I pass?”

Alya snorted. “If you can live up to half of what you just said I’ll gift wrap her for you myself.” She leaned forward. “Take advantage of my girl and I’ll kill you. Push her into anything before she’s ready and there are no words for the kind of hell I will put you through.”

“Noted,” Luka replied without any change of expression. Alya gave a nod and stood up.

“Listen, be blunt with her. She’s terrible at flirting. You have no idea how many men hit on her and she never even noticed. If you just hint around like you did with this, even if you think you’re being obvious at the time, she’ll convince herself it doesn’t really mean what you’re trying to mean. Now I better go help Marinette or we’ll be waiting here all night.”

“I can’t believe you let her grill you like that,” Nino said as Alya walked away, his eyes glued to her...back. 

“It’s not the first best friend interrogation I’ve been through, although that was one of the more entertaining,” Luka grinned, propping his thick boots up on the currently empty chair next to him. “It’s usually easier to just go with it. What’s the harm if it gets her on board?”

There was no answer, and Luka looked over to find Nino regarding him soberly. “What?”

“Nothing, just...I thought you and Adrien were friends, dude.”

“We are.”

“You won’t be any more if he finds out you’re dating Marinette behind his back.”

“I’m not doing anything behind his back. If she actually agrees to go out with me, I’ll call and tell him myself.”

“He still loves her.”

Luka shrugged. “She still loves him too. You can see it every time she talks about him. But they’re done, and he doesn’t get a say anymore. And honestly man? If it was you and Alya was Adrien’s ex-wife, would it stop you?”

“You think you feel about Marinette like I feel about Alya?”

Luka looked across to where the girls were working their way back across the crowd. “Hell yeah,” he breathed. 

Nino blew out a long sigh, and lifted his glass. Luka clinked it with his bottle and they both took a long drink. “Then I guess, good luck, bro.” 

“Just do me a favor and don’t say anything to Adrien yet, okay?” Luka said. “I’m not asking you to lie to him if it comes up, but just leave it alone for now. She could still turn me down and I don’t want to cause a big shitstorm over nothing.”

Nino eyed him. “You’ll tell him before you two go out?”

“Absolutely.”

Nino sighed. “Okay.” 

The girls finally returned, setting an assortment of bar food on the table. “Dance with me, Nino,” Alya ordered.

“Yes ma’am,” Nino sighed, standing up with a put-upon air but a smile on his face. 

Luka watched them go and then turned back to Marinette as she settled back in her chair. 

“So,” Marinette sighed. “How bad was she?”

“Pretty bad,” Luka chuckled, and Marinette giggled nervously. “I didn’t mind though, she’s just looking out for you.”

“Sorry, I told her it wasn’t like that, but—“ she gestured vaguely, not meeting his eyes. 

Score one for the BFF. Blunt it is then. “What if it was like that?” Luka leaned his elbows on the table and tilted his head so that he was looking up at her. “What if I was hoping you’d come out tonight so that I could ask you out without being totally unprofessional?”

Marinette went red as a cherry and her mouth opened and closed and nothing came out. 

“I know we don’t know each other all that well, but I’d really like to change that.” He put his hand out, palm up, on the table. “So if you want, we can talk some and maybe dance a little and then, if you’re feeling it, I could take you out for coffee tomorrow?”

He could see her swallow. She looked like a deer in the headlights and he wondered if he’d been a little too direct. Luka withdrew, sitting back. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I won’t bring it up again.”

“No, I, it’s j-just, I mean I’m divorced and I have a k-kid and—and—“

“I know all that already,” Luka said gently, leaning forward again. 

“But—But I’m boring and you’re all dyed hair and tattoos and you can play guitar like that and—why would you want to go out with me?”

Luka’s smile spread slowly across his face. “Well that sounds like something we can talk about over coffee. If you’d like.” 

Marinette bit her lip and blushed, looking away, but he could see the smile tugging at her lips. "Coffee sounds nice," she finally managed, giving up on containing her smile. 

"Do you maybe want to join Nino and Alya on the dance floor?" he suggested. They both looked automatically towards the couple on the dance floor, only for Luka's eyebrows to raise and Marinette to bring a hand up to cover her jaw drop. 

"On second thought," Luka amended. "Maybe we'd better leave them to themselves." He coughed, trying to keep back his laughter. "Damn, I'm not sure whether to feel sorry for Nino or high-five him." He and Marinette exchanged a look, and they both broke down in a fit of laughter that lasted several minutes. 

***

When Marinette walked into the little coffee shop the next day, Luka had to slide his gaze away for a moment, trying not to remember how she looked under the club lights, her red dress swirling around her thighs when Alya had finally convinced her to dance while Luka and a still-flushed Nino watched from their table.

She was lovely in a different way today, soft and sweet in a peasant style top over jeans, her hair flowing loose around her shoulders. Luka was just as glad to be spared the distraction of her bare neck, though God did that loose hair make him want to tangle his fingers in it. 

He swallowed and managed to greet her in a mostly normal voice. “Can I get you something?” he asked her, but Marinette set her purse down and shook her head. 

“I’ll get it,” she smiled, and went to the counter to order. She didn’t ask for it to go, which he thought was a good sign. 

“How are you feeling this morning?” Luka asked when she came back and sat down at the table. “I hope we didn’t keep you out too late last night.”

“No, I’m fine,” Marinette said, waving her hands. “I’m kind of a night owl anyway, at least when Louis is with Adrien. Usually I’m designing and not dancing, but I had fun last night. A lot of fun. And the band, that was really great, I‘m really glad you invited me. ”

“That’s great to hear,” Luka smiled. “Have you thought about what we talked about?”

“I…” Marinette blushed, but went on bravely. “I like you, Luka. I think I’d like to go out with you. I just…” She chewed her lip.

“Go on,” Luka said gently. 

“I’m worried about Louis. And…” Marinette tapped a finger on her cup thoughtfully, staring at the table. “I’ve been with Adrien since we were kids. I’m not sure I even know what grownup dating looks like.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that.” Her eyes shot to his, like that was the last thing she’d expected him to say. Luka smiled at her. “I think it’s sweet. You were in love, you took a chance, and you gave it your best.” He took her hand carefully and squeezed it. “Listen, my sister and I were raised by a single mother, so I know at least a little bit about where you’re coming from—more than a little bit about where Louis is coming from, and I promise you I’ll be as sensitive with him as I can, and if we need to work with his therapist to figure out how to approach this with him then I’m absolutely willing to do that. But let me make something perfectly clear, Marinette. There is nothing wrong with you. You’re not leftovers or damaged goods or whatever other awful words that roll around in your mind when you hear the word divorce. You’re not a failure, you’re not a mistake, you’re not stupid for taking a chance on young love, and you are so far from being unloveable. Okay? And even if you decide that you don’t want to be with me, I don’t want you going into any other relationship thinking any of those things. So what if you don’t know what so-called ‘normal’ dating is? It’s not that big of a deal to ask a guy what that looks like to him and expect him to be honest back. There is nothing wrong with you. You are successful and smart and pretty and a great mom and there are a million guys out there who would fall all over themselves to date you. I’m just lucky enough to be the first in line.”

She stared at him, and he thought he saw a shimmer in the dim café lighting. Luka squeezed her hand and let go, standing up. “Tell you what, I’m gonna give you a minute. I’ll bring us back some pastries or something.”

When he got back to the table, Marinette looked a little more composed. “You’re very upfront with your feelings,” she observed quietly as he sat down.

“I try to be,” he agreed. “Partly because I’m not really that great with words and when I beat around the bush I end up creating a lot of misunderstandings. I’m not scaring you off, am I?”

“No, it’s just...I don’t think I’m as brave as you are.” Her gaze slanted away.

Luka touched the back of her hand. “May I?” She blushed and nodded, and he took her hand. “That’s all there is to it, Marinette. Just one decision at a time.” He held out his other hand. “It’s up to you.” She put her other hand slowly in his. “And if it’s too much and you change your mind, that’s okay too.” He opened his fingers so that he was just cradling each of her hands in his loosely. “You have a creator’s hands.” 

Marinette huffed. “Rough and scarred up?”

He grinned. “Just like mine. Although I would have said strong and capable.” 

She smiled self-deprecatingly. “I don’t think we compare. You’re a teacher and a musician. I just make clothes.”

“Art is art, Marinette, and don’t sell yourself short, I may not know much about fashion but I know that you don’t get a position like yours just because you can sew. And I doubt making clothes is all you do. You must have other interests. Can I ask about this?” He turned her hand slightly so that the ladybug tattoo was facing upwards.

“Oh,” Marinette said, blushing. “That was just—it was stupid.”

“I don’t think I believe that,” he said lightly. “But you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. I know tattoos can get really personal.”

Marinette’s eyes slid away. “Maybe sometime, just...not now.” 

“Sure,” Luka said easily, letting her turn her hand in his so the ladybug was out of sight. “So tell me something else I don’t know about you.”

“Oh. Um,” Marinette frowned for a moment, thinking, and Luka’s mouth twitched as he tried not to smile at how seriously she took the question. “My father’s a baker. He and my mother own the bakery on Rue Gotlib, and that’s where I grew up. Sometimes I still design cakes for my parents, just for fun.” 

He listened to her talk about her family, and volunteered information about his. “My father’s never really been in the picture,” he told her. “Oddly enough we’ve gotten closer since my mom passed, but he travels a lot, so I only really see him every once in a while when he’s in town. My sister lives here, though, and we’re really close. I think I told you she and her wife just had a baby about a month ago, so that’s been a bit of an adventure for all of us.” 

“I remember those days,” Marinette said sympathetically. “It’s a huge adjustment for everybody.” 

“They’re doing great with it,” Luka said, smiling fondly, pulling out his phone, and pulling up a picture. He and Juleka leaned over Rose where she lay in a hospital bed holding up a little pink bundle for the camera. “That’s my sister, and that’s her wife Rose, and that’s Angelique.”

“Oh, how sweet,” Marinette cooed, leaning closer, and Luka swiped through a couple more pictures—he and Juleka hugging, him holding the baby, Rose and Juleka asleep on each other side-by-side in the narrow hospital bed—until he found a close up of Angie. “She’s precious.” 

“She’s been a light in our world this past year, just getting ready for her and watching her grow in the sonogram pictures,” Luka said, putting away the phone a little reluctantly. “I painted the nursery three times because Rose couldn’t pick a color and I don’t regret a second of it.” Marinette giggled, a hand over her mouth, and Luka smiled at her. “I try to get over and see them as often as I can without being in the way. She’s just learning how to smile now.” 

“Ooooh,” Marinette swooned, putting her hands to her chest. “When Louis was that age, Adrien used to—” She broke off and bit her lip. 

Luka’s expression didn’t change. “Go on,” he encouraged. 

She did, haltingly, and it took a few minutes to find their rhythm again, but then it began to flow. Marinette seemed to find it easier to talk about other people rather than herself, a fact Luka filed away for reference. It was funny, the way she talked about her friends and Louis and even her assistant at work while only just touching on her own thoughts. Luka didn’t press, content for the moment to learn about whatever part of her life she felt comfortable sharing.

“I have to go soon,” Luka said regretfully, checking the time. “I do actually have some students today. So, how are you feeling about a date?” He leaned his elbows on the table, trying to keep his tone casual. “I’m thinking maybe we could check out a museum and a café?”  

“That—“ Marinette took a deep breath, and then smiled. “That sounds really nice. I’d love to go.”

Luka grinned and they both pulled out their phones and hashed out a time and place. 

“It’s a date then,” Luka said, once everything was settled. “I have to go now, but...I’m really looking forward to it.” He reached over and tucked a lock of hair gently behind her ear, letting his fingers brush her suddenly blushing cheek lightly as he drew back. “See you soon, Marinette.”

“See you soon, Luka,” she said shyly as he got up from the table. He glanced back with a smile as he opened the door, and the little ladybug danced as she waved.

***

“Hi Luka. I got your message. What did you need? I thought the lessons were going well.”

”Hey, Adrien. Sorry to bother you but I...kind of need to talk to you about something. You’re probably not going to like it.”

“...You’re not calling to talk to me about Louis, are you?”

“No. I’m calling to tell you I’m taking Marinette out this weekend. On a date.”

“...”

“Adrien?”

“If I say I’m not okay with it?” 

“Then things are going to be rough for a while, because I’m not disrespecting her by asking for your permission. It’s not up to you, man. But I didn’t want you to find out from somebody else and think I was hiding it.”

“I might appreciate that eventually. I’m having a bit of trouble mustering any appreciation at the moment.”

“I understand. I know this sucks, man. I’m sorry for that.”

“Not sorry enough to back off.”

“Would you?”

“God, I really hate you right now, Couffaine.”

“Understood. Let me know when you’re ready to talk.”

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chapter 16

I started the music from the beginning and concentrated on the lyrics in front of me. Today was a long day in the studio. I redid some vocals on other songs and was rearranging different verses and beats. I was a perfectionist. I had a long talk a couple of days ago with Justin and we were kind of back to normal; we are in a different place almost every day.

I didn’t want to tell him how I felt cos I was afraid of him not loving me back, my insecurities couldn’t be more right. He said he’d try though.

“And I hate….to say I love you

When it’s so …..hard for me

And I hate…….. to say I want you

When you make it so clear …. you don’t want me”

I didn’t really wanna talk about it because I got choked up every single time I thought about that night. I didn’t want him to settle with me but he was obviously doing that.

“I’d never ask you cause deep down, I’m certain I know what you’d say

You’d say I’m sorry believe me, I love you but not in that way”

I don’t want him to resent me.

“And I hate……. to say I need you

I’m so reliant

I’m so dependent

I’m such a fool”

I can’t walk away because I love him so much. My happiness is conditioned by him. I would have to leave and shut him completely out of my life in order for me to give up, to walk away. I know my life would suck without my best friend in it.

“When you're…. not there

I find myself singing the blues

Can’t bear

Can’t face the truth”

I know he doesn’t feel the same about me and I try to avoid it.

“You will never know that feeling

You will never see through these eyes”

I’m not stupid, Selena still loves him; he has no obligations to me, what’s stopping him from going back to her.

“I’d never ask you

‘Cause deep down I’m certain I know what you’d say

You’d say I’m sorry believe me, I love you but not in that way

You’d say I’m sorry believe me, I love you but not in that way”

I knew what this was from the jump and I continued it, I enabled myself and him. I begged him to love me but the truth is I can’t force him to feel that way. It’s not meant to be. I can’t constantly give him 100% when he is only giving me 20%. I know he loves me but he is not in love with me. I should just give up cos I’m done feeling like I can’t fucking breathe, I’m done feeling like I am incapable of loving. I deserve it. I want it.

One of the producers buzzed in the room. “You good Sasha”, he couldn’t really see me crying cos of my sunglasses sat over my face.

“We’re keeping the vocals. Let’s wrap it up”

I wiped my tears from under the sunglasses, and made my way out of the sound booth.

I saved whatever edits I had and gathered everything together. I drank a bottle of water it felt so good to wash down my cotton mouth. The team slowly started to trickle out as I sat replaying all the vocals and organizing them on to my lap top once I finished, I called my driver to come get me from the studio.

I climbed in the car, I settled in the back of the limo to hear faint music as I went through night traffic.

My phone rang out. Speaking of the devil, Justin. I answered.

“Hey”

“Sash, are you okay.” He instantly sensed my morose attitude.

“Yeah I’m fine” I sighed.

“you sure”

“yes, you called”

“C’mon talk to me”

“I’m just tired, it’s been a long day” I lightly said.

“You know you don’t have to hide from me. I get it”

“But you don’t” I quickly said.

“I don’t but try to make me understand, you’re also my best friend you know”

“I know”

“I don’t want to hurt you anymore” he said over the phone.

I felt myself let out a whimper. The tears started to fall again. I put my glasses on top of my head and held my face in my hands as I cried these heavy tears I’ve been holding all day.

“I’m sorry” I apologized for crying over the phone. I didn’t want to make him feel guilty. I hiccupped between air and kept on sniffling. I just couldn’t handle it anymore.

Justin was comforting me and calmly telling me to breathe.

I caught my breath. “I’m dealing with it on my own”

“But you don’t have to. Come to my place, I haven’t seen you this week"

I should just let him go. Move on already. I’ll hold him back. He will eventually resent me if I ask him to try to love me; I don’t want to make him unhappy. I don’t want to leave him though.

He was my best friend but lately the lines of friendship were blurred. Did we ruin the that special thing that made us, us?

“Stop stressing yourself out for no reason. I told you I’m gonna try, you are not forcing me, I want to be with you. Please come see me”

“Alright, I’ll come” I gave in.

“See you soon baby”

“Bye” I mumbled.

I gave the driver the new directions and within 10 minutes I was at Justin’s crib.

I used my key and let myself in.

“Justin, I’m here” I shouted setting my stuff on the kitchen counter.

I turned around to see Justin smirking at me.

Before I could say anything, Justin captured my lips with his. The roughness of his tongue swept against mine as he moaned into my mouth.

He pulled away from me as he trailed his lips down my neck.

“I missed you” he panted in between kisses. I brought his face back to mine so he could attack my lips some more.

“You could have called someone else” I said jokingly.

He pulled away from me and lifted my shirt off and tossed it on to the floor.

“Please your the most jealous person I know” Justin mimicked me. I shoved him a little. I rolled my eyes.

“Sasha, you have a huge attitude problem” Justin unhooked my bra and flung it somewhere.

“If this is gonna work we need communication” he suggested.

“Is this your way of communicating”? I asked. We were supposed talk about our feelings rather than deflect it with sex which we were so great at.

He cupped my tender breasts, and the puckered his lips around one of my nipples sucking the it into his mouth, nicking me with his teeth. 

His mouth still attached to my breast as he unbuttoned my shorts while he yanked it down.

“Something like that” he mumbled into my chest.

“You’re about to get your ass beat” I looked at him. Justin laughed. “You think I’m joking but I’m not playin with you” I felt his vibrations on my chest, warm and content, it made me fall in love with him more, god I couldn’t stop if I wanted to. I get lost in his eyes. I cracked a smile and decided to play along with his goofy ass nature.

“See this communication thing works and just to let you know, I’m the only one doing the ass beating around here, so tell me some things you want out of this” Justin smiled at me.

“I don’t want an open relationship, I’m also not here to control you; you can do whatever you want  but I also have the room to be jealous and tell you that I am. I’m not okay with you entertaining girls in the slightest, I don’t want you to cheat, will I leave probably not, but don’t do me dirty. No offense but I was really the only girl besides redacted so it shouldn’t be hard to refrain from yo lil friends” I bit his chin.

“Damn we really doing it like that” he held my face back with his free hand so he could look me in the eye. He squished my cheeks squishing my lips and pressed a wet kiss onto it. I pulled back. 

“Yeah we are, I’m not playing your little games Justin. I’m not kidding. I get that your transitioning from your ex even though y’all broke up about two years ago. If you entertain that girl’s fucking shit, I swear to fucking god” I raised an eyebrow.

“You really put my shit on blast” he lifted me on the kitchen counter.

“I’m communicating, Justin” I smirked and opened my legs.

“Alright, can I get back to you on my decision” he distractedly said as he swirled a finger in my wetness and thrusted his thick finger inside of me, the familiar pressing on my walls made my legs fall open wider.

I lowered his head in between my thighs.

“Communication” he said before he gave a long lick against my clit.

I ignored his attempts to tease me, then he halted his actions.

“C’mon talk to me Sasha, communication is key” I looked at him trying not to get impatient.

“You talk and I keep… talking” Justin explained.

“What do you want to talk about” I strained. Justin held up his finger to indicate he needed a moment while he continued to suck on my clit. This nigga was so fucking conniving. I moaned.

“Sorry it’s rude to talk while you eat” He explained.

This made me angrier. He only laughed at my facial expression with his shit eating grin.

“Let me get this straight, we are together but with no labels�� Justin asked as he went back down and began his ministrations.

“Yeah, that’s what you want right” I looked at him honestly, with all joking aside.

He nodded.

“We can always talk ab-bbout it. That’sss the thing about a relationshipppp, the rules aren’t exactly fff-ffinal, we do what’s besssst for us, this is not set in stone, I don’t want you to feel like you are trapped” I let my head fall back as his suction became harder.

“I don’t feel trapped Sasha, you know how clingy I can be baby” he smiled against my lower lips before padding his rough tongue in a swirling motion, I unintentionally slipped my hands in his hair. He added another finger and began curling his fingers in a come here motion.

“Good, I’m glad….you…feel that way.”

“Did you miss me?” Justin mumbled in between my thighs, he licked and opened mouth kisses while I began to shake.

“No” being petty was something I was good at.

“You look really good” I felt him smirk, as he sucked on my clit.

“I know” I hummed. 

“Remember you’re not the one in control.” He pulled his face from under me.

I slithered my hand so I could get myself to climax, no job is better done than by a woman anyways. Before I reached my apex, Justin swatted my hand away.

“Sasha stop playing around with me” he growled. I laughed until he slid into me and instantly my pussy clenched around his girth.

“Fuck you’re so tight for me baby” he groaned. I met his thrusts half way, I was so starved for him. I loved the way his hands felt on my body, his touch alone sent tremors of pleasure surging throughout me.

His thrusts halted as someone pounded on the door.

“Fuck, just keep on going ignore it” I begged. Justin’s thrusts began pick up from where he began until we heard the familiar voices of our friends.

“Tell them to leave” I moaned in his ear. “make me cum before you open that door”

“I can’t fucking concentrate” He groaned in annoyance.

“Justin get your ADHD ass together and fuck me”

“I think I’m gonna get the door” Justin winked at me.

“Fuck you” I yelled at him as he zipped his pants.

“Wasn’t I just doing that” He laughed.

“Barely” I yelled at him and threw whatever article of clothing was closest to me.

He left the kitchen. Where that idiot put my clothes? I threw on his wrinkled shirt instead, I quickly pulled on my panties.

In midst of a convo, our friends all nonchalantly kissed me hello like they weren’t interrupting my impending orgasm..

“What took you guys so long” Khalil asked while he closed the door.

“We were just talking…” Justin winked.

They went straight to living room with all their stuff.

I went back into the kitchen to gather the rest of my clothes.

“What are they doing here” Justin looked at me confused.

“I dunno, you deal with it, not my problem” I shrugged.

“Bizzle where you at?” Za yelled from across the room.

“In the kitchen” Justin yelled.

Next thing I know the three of them were in the kitchen with us.

“Y'all forget about us like that” Za jokingly acted like he was heartbroken.

“We have our movie night” Khalil quipped.

Justin and I shared a look and really didn’t remember how we ended hosting this movie night.  

“Woooooooow” Hailey said like a nigga who just got caught cheating. I snapped my head so quickly, this girl is too much.

“You be hanging around them too much girl” I shook my head and got a bottle of water.

“That still doesn’t excuse the fact y’all forgot about us” Hailey said in more or less of her regular voice.

“Maybe we should all fuck each other” Khalil snickered.

“What in the hell is wrong with you. You’re so fucking nasty” I side eyed him.

“I was just saying we would have to fuck each other to be around y’all since that is all you do” Khalil chided.

“That’s not all we do” Justin and I said in unison. I bit my lip. There might be some truth to that but I was deprived.

“I choke her sometimes, well most of the time” Justin poked back. I slapped him against his head.

Justin rubbed the back of his head easing the faux pain he didn’t even experience.

“And I’m the nasty one, that’s some white boy shit ” Khalil sized me up and down in my own house.

“I know your ass be choking girls too, don’t front” Justin defended his actions. I swear he never wanted to admit he was white.

“What movie are we watching, honey” I fake smiled at Khalil.

“I wanted to watch White Chicks”

“You do fuck enough of them” I said under my breath.

“Roasted” Za laughed along with Justin and Hailey. We moved into the living room.  Za started on the bags of popcorn.

“Don’t even start with me, Sasha”

“Justin is the exception” I laughed.

Justin pursed his lips at me like he wasn’t believing a word I said.

Justin sat on the couch and patted the seat next to him. I leaned into Justin as he put his arm around me.

“I’m the exception huh?” Justin questioned as he licked the shell of my ear.

I pulled his face into mine as I kissed his lips to reassurance. I pulled away.

“I need some more” Justin quickly mumbled against my lips. Justin finally pulled back.

“I’m the exception” he repeated.

“I like men of color but you have full lips, you’re not that ignorant, and you also have a fade. Majority of your friends are black… I wouldn’t love you the way I do if you didn’t love black people the way you do”

“I do love black women” Justin smiled.

“Black woman, meaning only this black woman” I corrected him with a peck on on the corner of his mouth.

“Why are you not wearing any pants” Hailey interrupted us.

“We were fucking before you guys came and interrupted us” 

“Nasty” Khalil said in disgust as he turned on the X-box.

“That’s my baby” Justin laughed proudly.

“Is that why you’re so cranky” Hailey hugged me to her as if I needed comfort. I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Maybe if you gave us a key, we wouldn’t interrupt you from fucking all the time” Khalil suggested.

“I see your ugly face everyday” Justin disagreed.

“How come Sasha get’s a key then?” 

“Cos I’m fucking her, that’s why, any person who can suck my dick the way she can, can get a key” he laughed as I blushed and shoved his chests.

“Yeah that’s why I have a key” I sarcastically stated, I rolled my eyes.

I got a key for almost every house, apartment, and car this man had. It was cos we have been all we had for a minute. Za and Khalil used to live with him before I came in the picture, but all of them grew up and got their own places.

I remember when he gave me a key to his house, it was a big step, he didn’t even give it the girl he was smashing at the time. I was always with him, sometimes when he was on tour I would sleep in his bed, inhaling his scent because I missed him so much. 

I always had a key to everything. Well not everything, he still hasn’t let me inside his heart.

I was pulled out of my over analytic moment when Za’s idiotic self tried to carry five big bowls on top of one another. “I have popcorn” he sang.

“Did you bring the hot sauce” I asked.

“I gotchu girl” he handed everyone a bowl and then searched inside his pocket for my bottle of tabasco and handed it to me.

Za settled down on the couch in between Hailz and Khalil.

Khalil kissed him on the cheek adoringly, “Love you bro”.

“You’ll love me more when you realize I also copped”

“Forreal, aight that’s why you my nigga. Popcorn and weed” Khalil dapped him up.

“How much you got on you” Justin wondered.

“A half baby” Za winked. As he pulled out a freezer bag from his backpack.

“So you were just conveniently driving with 14 grams in the car” Hailey’s whiteness came out.

“I mean you don’t have to smoke it, if you don’t wanna” Za teased.

“I’m just saying, you should be careful, stop being so reckless” Hailey emptied out a plastic bag of black and milds.

“Says the one who prolly has coke in her purse” Khalil snorted.

I pursed my lips like the black guy in the gif. TEA! 

Everyone laughed at her reddened face. 

“I’m model, it’s for the culture” Hailey shrugged.

I eyed all the black people in the room like when some white people shit go down. 

“Don’t say that, don’t say that for the clout, what culture you got” Khalil said.

“Ooooooo” Za chimed in. He finished rolling his blunt as he licked the sides to mold it together. 

“Y'all remember when Justin got kicked out of the club for rolling the worst blunt" I couldn’t help but laugh as Za retold the story. 

“You weren’t even there, why are you laughing so hard” Justin side eyed me even though I taught him how to do that.

I laughed harder at his expense because he became more heated.

“You remember when he changed his race to african american” I said in hysterics. 

“You can say black, babe, it’s not like it’ll offend us, not every black person is african american” I wipe the tears from my eyes.

Everyone was laughing so hard, I could’t sit up straight. 

I saw Justin crack a smile at me.

“I thought I was woke” Justin said in defense as he held up two flat blunt he rolled himself.

“Barely” I laughed in his face.

“I said black lives matter though” He pouted.

“I know baby, you are trying and that’s what counts. You are definitely not as racist” I pecked his lips.

Justin shook his head in defeat.

Justin placed the blunt in my mouth and one in his. He moved his thumb against the lighter and lit the end of my blunt first as I sucked in to start the burning of the tree. After I puffed my fist air of smoke, Justin lit his. 

Soon the living room was under a fog and our laughter only increased. While the movie played, Za and I made jokes through out scenes.

Justin ended up throwing popcorn at me, I threw some back. I was trying so hard not to laugh.

“Stop playing” I said so he could only hear me. 

Justin threw a hand full of popcorn in my direction some of it hitting Hailey in the face.

“What the fuck?” Hailey whispered.

Justin hid his face in my stomach, as Hailey looked at us with shake of a head.

She went back to watching the movie. Justin took another hand full, this time the popcorn reached Za and Khalil as well.

“Yo who is throwing popcorn” Khalil looked over at the two of us why we giggled uncontrollably. 

I felt popcorn rain on top of me and Justin, I looked up to Za behind the couch smirking like he was up to no good.

“That’s it” Justin bounced from the couch and began to chase Za.

I got up and shook off the popcorn on me. I heard the sound of running feet re-enter the living this time both these two idiots had nerf guns, Justin pointed his gun at me. Khalil was no where to be seen. They staged a coup on me and Hailey. They always pulled shit like this.

Hailey and I shared a knowing look. This was revenge from when me and Hailz won the last game, they surprised attacked us.

I licked my teeth.

“Chill, babe, this is so unfair please don’t shoot, I’m unarmed, you remember black lives matter Justin, you are so woke baby, I love you” I begged Justin not to the pull the trigger, before Justin could answer I ran to get a hold of some nerf guns, Justin’s gun went off,  the nerf bullet flew right by my ear, I turned the corner and got situated with a nerf gun and pack of bullets, I heard someone come in, I jumped aiming at the person but it was only Hailey.

“It’s just you” I sighed in relief. She had a gun in her hand.

This was our hiding space last time the guys still haven’t found where we hid our guns and amo.

“What’s the plan” she asked.

I tossed her a pink walkie talkie.

“This is our mode of communication, we are going on a stake, make sure you are far away from them and have it turned off so they don’t hear you if I come through”

“I’m going to check upstairs to see if it’s clear, you hide downstairs and tell me where I can spot them and snipe from the balcony” I commanded.

We took this game really seriously.

We left the room, I stealthily made my way upstairs, I cleared out the rooms and made my way to the balcony, I clicked the radio “upstairs is clear, heading to balcony, copy”

“I have located the boys, they are on the patio” 

“Shit I have to get closer, I’m coming down stairs. Keep me informed.”

I raced down the stairs, and went out the back door to be on the opposite side of Hailey. Hailey and I both spotted each other as the boys were making their plans. 

We were both far away from them where they wouldn’t hear us or see us.

“We will wait until one of them is left” I said into the walkie. “wait for my nod”

Justin and Za left to go back in the house, as we waiting or them to go deep enough in the house where they couldn’t save Khalil.

Khalil was sitting there like a duck, blunt in mouth, his back turned to us. I nodded at Hailey and we closed in to the target. Once we’re both behind him, Hailey and I pulled the trigger and shot Khalil at the same time. 

“Noooooo” Khalil dramatically sank to floor as his knees hit first. I saw Justin watch the scene from the balcony, shot’s were fired, Hailey and I ran away from the scene. 2 more to go.

“Let’s split up, I get Za you get Justin” She said, I nodded. 

“Let me know when you are done with your attack” I said. Hailey continued to run where I hid behind the bush still watching Khalil pout as Justin come running down asking where we went.

Justin ran right by me into Hailey’s direction. Once he was far away Hailey said she located Za in the garage, I knew to go back to my spot on the balcony, I ran behind Khalil as his eyes were closed, I snuck my way inside the house and ran up the stairs. 

I went towards the guest room with the balcony. 

Hailey radioed me that she got Za. I saw her drag Za and sit him by Khalil on the patio. She snuck around back behind, so Khalil or Za couldn’t find her but just in case Justin would show up she could aim for a nice shot.

I turned off my radio, I heard a click.

I immediately turned around with my gun pointed.

“I really don’t want to do this, but you play dirty baby” Justin said with smirk as he inched closer with his gun pointed and loaded.

“What can I say I’ve learned from the best” I circled around him looking for a point of exit

“Don’t try to get yourself out of this one, I locked the door”

“I could just pull the trigger right now” I said with an eyebrow raised.

“Drop all of your guns, you know the rules, your back was turned to me”

“You shot at me with no gun today, that was also against the rules”

“Not if I missed on purpose” He licked his lips. “Drop them”

There was some sexual tension, but I had a game to win. We were both so competitive.

“How about we make a deal, we both shoot at each other, you still loose, I still have Hailey, waiting, we would still win”

“We both know Hailey is no match for me, I know exactly where she is.”

“We can walk away, we can tie” I compromised.

“Not if I shoot first” He said. “Drop them first and we will make that deal”

“I don’t trust you, you won’t shoot first anyways”

“Why you think that?”

“Cos you only have one bullet” I laughed.

“Smart girl” He raised his eyebrows.”Alright, we’ll make the deal, we both drop the guns, but you have to give head if you want a tie” 

“Sounds like I’m still loosing no matter what”

“Well guess we have to see, won’t we” 

“Fine” I rolled my eyes. 

We both slowly put our gun’s on the waist tall dresser

Justin took my face in his hands and stuck his tongue in mouth, he sucked on my lip.

“You’re so hot when you listen to me” He whispered into my neck. I moaned into him. I pushed him away a little.

I clicked the the walkie talkie, Justin continued to suck on my neck “I have located Justin, I have one bullet left so I’m have to wait until he is not as alert”

“Okay no problem, let me know if you need back up”

“Okay girl”

I placed the walkie back on the table and smiled at Justin.

“See, I can be cooperative” I said with dripping sarcasm.

“I know baby, let’s see how cooperative you can be” He smirked and sat at the edge of the bed.

I kissed him again ass he palmed breast through the big t-shirt that was his.

“First let’s rehash what we were doing in the kitchen” Justin grabbed my ass as he ripped my panties in half.

“You’ll have to remind me” I smiled.

Justin’s hands slithered down reaching my clit, as he spread my wetness around my clit, two fingers entered inside of me. I felt my eyes dilate with the lust as he pumped inside me, consistently hitting my wall, adding an amazing amount of pressure.

He pulled his fingers out of me, I moaned from the loss, his fingers were drenched in my arousal. He placed his fingers inside of his mouth and moaned as he sucked it in. I bit my lip. He was such a freak.

“So delicious” He whispered on my lips, as our tongues connected I could taste myself on his lips, it was so erotic, I basically swallowed his tongue whole. He released his cock from his shorts and quickly thrusted inside of me, I felt whole once again. The ache I was feeling was getting fed. He slowly rocked into me as his hands were gripping against my hips slowly sliding me up and down his rigid cock, I felt like I would be the first one to cum. I have felt myself quickly building up like a wave, his deep shallow thrusts were making me moan into him, my nipples hardened at the rubbing against his chest. I was so turned on, fucking while our friends were waiting for us, just loving Justin’s rigid cock pumping repeatedly into me, he hit the same spot over and over and over, it was just right, his next thrust sent me in shock, as his cock hit a nerve that made me shake uncontrollably, I felt my impending orgasm rush through my whole body and I rolled my eyes back, his shallow thrusts slowed  down as he lifted me off of his dick.

“I want to cum in your mouth” he said as he pushed me on my knees and took his cock between my lips and sucked the head as pre cum rushed out. His eyes squeezed shut preventing himself to not shoot his load. I reached from under the bed and grabbed the gun I purposefully left under the bed the first time I came up to the balcony room. I smirked at my great plan.

I moaned as his dick was deep down my throat and Justin’s body jolted, he was about to cum soon, his cock twitched in my mouth as I bobbed my head up and down, Justin groaned as he shot his load down the back of my throat, I sucked every drop, his dick was a burning pink and his eyes were closed.

“Open you’re eyes baby” I said in the sweetest voice.

As soon as Justin opened his eyes he gave me a humorless laugh as I pulled the trigger releasing the bullet right into his stomach make a loud pop sound.

“I always win, baby” I stuck my tongue at him. I tugged on a new pair of panties and pulled down the long shirt.

“Hailz we won” I said into the walkie as I looked at Justin’s exhausted body trying to catch his breath.

I saw her run out of hiding and shoot the boys with the left over amo.

I walked out of the guest room, leaving Justin behind to replay how I tricked him. 

This game never got old.